OLGA, L. of pillar C.
It's all very, very mysterious, but when you look at me that way, I—I—can't refuse ... your eyes seem to have all the world's wisdom behind them.
DEVIL, R. of pillar C.
You have a poor opinion of me.
OLGA, turns from him
Shall I go at once?
DEVIL
At once. And if anyone remarks on it, say you felt cold in the conservatory.
OLGA, doubtfully
But suppose he says....