The devil . , crosses to her, reads the envelopeTo Karl—but what will you write ? OLGA He wanted to settle my account. I will settle will never see him again. Oh! To have thoughtme capable—of. . How could he ? I despise him! DEVIL Pour quoi, Madame ? OLGA Because—because— DEVIL Because you love him ? olga, frightenedWhat! [Tries to get her thoughts what has happened, I hate him. And I shalltell him so. DEVIL I am very sorry. [Takes pen from her.[ 181 ] THE DEVIL OLGA Dont be sorry. I have much to thank you for. Youhave rendered me a service. I shall feel betterwhen I have
The devil . , crosses to her, reads the envelopeTo Karl—but what will you write ? OLGA He wanted to settle my account. I will settle will never see him again. Oh! To have thoughtme capable—of. . How could he ? I despise him! DEVIL Pour quoi, Madame ? OLGA Because—because— DEVIL Because you love him ? olga, frightenedWhat! [Tries to get her thoughts what has happened, I hate him. And I shalltell him so. DEVIL I am very sorry. [Takes pen from her.[ 181 ] THE DEVIL OLGA Dont be sorry. I have much to thank you for. Youhave rendered me a service. I shall feel betterwhen I have sent this letter off. t DEVIL Youd better make it plain. OLGA I shall speak my mind—there shall be no mistake. DEVIL Thats it; express your real feelings.[With ironical Harsh. OLGA Cold? Harsh? DEVIL Make an end of it—once for all. [Dipping pen. olga, taking penOnce for all. DEVIL Now write. [olga speaks the first sentence as she writesit. At the* word longey the devil takes[132]. Dr. Miller ( The Devil) THE DEVIL it up, finishing the sentence with a differentmeaning, and dictates rest of letter walking upand down. o l g a, in hard voice, speaks while writing Sir, your behavior of this evening has shown me thatyou are no longer— devil, continuing —able to keep up the wretched farce of merefriendship. I read your inmost thought tonightand—Karl—the knowledge that you love me hasmade me unspeakably happy. Dearest— [o l g a looks up at the , who is stand-ing now at her L. He repeats Dearest andpoints to letter. She resumes writing.—why should we struggle any longer against theresistless tide that is drawing us together? Mystrength is gone. [o l g a looks up again. The devil repeatsMy strength is gone by motion of lips,making no sound. She writes:—without you I am lost in the black waters—saveme, Karl. With your strong arms about me—with your lips to mine—I care not where we am yours, all yours. You are the master of mysou
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