MARIE.
No, Magda, no.
MAGDA.
Yes, puss, yes. There have been six or seven men there for ever so long, waiting for an audience. But I tell you what, I must have you to-night. Can't you sleep with me?
SCHWARTZE.
Of course. That is--what do you mean--sleep where?
MAGDA.
At the hotel.
SCHWARTZE.
What? You won't stay! You'll put such an affront on us?