My train doesn't leave for an hour. Once more a thousand pardons.
[Crossing to C., turning to both.
If I could have foreseen what terrible distress the non-delivery of this letter——
KARL, firmly
You may be quite sure it contained nothing—er—nothing—
[At a loss for a word.
DEVIL, looking at OLGA
Nothing.
KARL, at large chair
You will miss your train.