- Did he poison me?
- Yes, indeed, ma'am.
- But why? Why?
"You were in his way," the old lady replies. "He got your dowry. Now he wants your sister's."
Ève folds her hands together in a gesture of helplessness and whispers sadly: - And Lucette is in love with him!
The old lady then adopts an appropriate attitude: - My sincere condolences... But would you please give me your autograph?
Ève gets up mechanically, bends over the register and signs.
"Perfect," the old lady concludes. "You're now officially dead."
Ève hesitated for a moment and then asked: - But where should I go?
- Wherever you wish. The dead are free.