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THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET little. Oh, Papa, Mademoiselle Marty—I—if you could hear her, you’d understand. I don’t ever want to sing again.

Will you listen to that! And she has a lovely voice, too. Silly girl! There, there!

Who knows, perhaps the famous Marty would envy you.

Envy me. What for?

Your youth.

Of course. Of course, so you see, Krista—this is Mr. Gregor, you know—wait till you’re as old as she. How old is this Marty?

I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. About thirty.

You see, thirty. She’s old.

But she’s beautiful. You can’t imagine how beautiful she is!

Well, thirty years! Just wait. When you’re—