Is that your earnest intention?
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, Fraeulein Margot.
Margot.