Olivia

Mlle. Julie:
Everything will be alright, Olivia. Our God is not as exacting as that of Miss Stock.

Mlle. Julie:
Je t'aime bien, mon enfant... plus que tu ne crois. I love you, my child... more than you believe.

Mlle. Cara:
You don't love me, no one does !

Mlle. Cara:
Yes, Cara, I do love you. All I wish for you is that you be cured and well again.

Mlle. Cara:
No you don't ! You don't care if I live or die !

Mlle. Julie:
How unfair you are ! I have done everything to ensure you are comfortable and well looked-after !

Mlle. Cara:
Oh, you're so perfect ! Well I don't need you !

Mlle. Julie:
Cara, how can you say such an awful thing ?

Mlle. Cara:
Because it's true ! You steal them away from me ! I was counting on Olivia, but you stole her from me too ! Oh, I wish I were dead ! I just want to die !

Mlle. Julie:
But Cara, I would give my life for yours !

Mlle. Cara:
Your life, perhaps, but not your darling friends whose affections you have stolen away from me ! Laura, Olivia... but must you have them all !

Mlle. Julie:
Jamais, c'est un petit mot... tres court. Tu verras. Never is a small word, very short. You will see.

Mlle. Julie:
All my inmost joys have been spoilt, my deepest secrets, and now I must say goodbye to all that I have loved. Even to you, Olivia, even to you.