OLGA, after careful reflection, slowly
Y-e-s.
DEVIL
I think I remember having seen you once at the Opera in a very beautiful cloak—fur—was it not?—and cloth—
OLGA
Yes.
DEVIL
With a long train? You must put that cloak on—close it as high as you can—and wrap yourself in it as if you were feeling cold. Only show the tips of your shoes—then come back here—
[She starts towards him. OLGA looks at the DEVIL, as if she wanted to ask the reason.
no questions.