OLGA
You must have said something about my cloak—I felt it he moment I came in.
DEVIL
What do you mean?
OLGA
The way he seemed to look through me. It was almost as if he imagined—what did you say? What did you insinuate?
DEVIL
Just what you are thinking.
OLGA, her hands dropping, her head falling backwards with closed eyes, shivering
Oh! How could you?