MAGDA.
But would you die for him?
MARIE.
[Standing up with a gesture of enthusiasm.] I would die a thousand deaths for him!
MAGDA.
My poor little darling! [Aside.] They bring everything to naught. The most terrible of all passions becomes in their hands a mere resigned defiance of death.
MARIE.
Whom are you speaking of?
MAGDA.
Nothing, nothing. See here, how large is this sum you need?