Madame, you asked me a little while ago what I wanted. That's what I wanted. Thank you.
[Bows and turns towards C. Silence.
OLGA
But my husband—
DEVIL, turning to her
Will be delighted. I've just come from Odessa. I have good news. Wheat is rising—this year's crop turned out worse than they thought it would.
OLGA, greatly pleased
Yes? The crop is bad?
[The DEVIL goes to big chair and kneels on it L.
DEVIL