OLGA, trying to laugh, but very nervously
I had the same feeling once in Dresden, when my mother took me to a boarding-school and left me there. I felt as if I were quite alone in this wide, strange world—and now—you know yourself. I have fought against coming here for six years.
[Looks around.
What a queer place. I don't think I like it. [KARL crosses C. and up laughing. Strange monsters, cut off heads, and you in the middle of all this like a wizard. While my husband was here I did not feel it, but now these heads seem to stare at me.
[She shivers.
KARL
Don't be nervous—every woman I paint comes here.
OLGA, seated on couch, quietly
And do you paint every woman that comes here?
KARL