Won’t she take supper?
Spalanzani.
No.
Nicklausse (aside).
Poetic soul!
(Spalanzani goes behind Olympia. Noise of a spring is heard. Nicklausse turns around.)
What did you say?
Spalanzani.
Nothing, physics! ah, monsieur, physics!
(He conducts Olympia to a chair. Goes out with guests).