Faustine
And with whom is he in love now?
Quinola
Still the same—Marie Lothundiaz.
Faustine
A doll!
Quinola
Yes, nothing but a doll.
Faustine
Men of talent are all like that.
Quinola
Colossal creatures with feet of clay!
Faustine They clothe with their own illusions the creature that entangles them; they love their own creation; they are egotists!
Quinola (aside) Just like the women! (Aloud) Listen, senora, I wish that by some honest means we could bury this doll in the depths of the—that is—of a convent.
Faustine
You seem to me to be a fine fellow.
Quinola
I love my master.