Margot (nods).
But, unfortunately, I've learned nothing. And then--it has to be an occupation that wouldn't humiliate me--and that wouldn't spoil my hands (takes off her gloves), for I love my hands. I don't care a bit about my face, but my hands--they're like two friends. I can keep up long conversations with them--especially with the left. That one's so weak. So, something that wouldn't spoil the hands--and would leave me time for reading--and--well, I want to be alone.
Ebeling.
I might have suggested nursing, even though it requires the constant use of the hands. But, of course, you'd never be alone.
Margot.
No. I have no love for my fellow-creatures. I don't want to do anything for them.
Ebeling.
Those are hard words, Fräulein Margot.
Margot.
I am hard. What have my fellow-creatures ever done for me?