Creatures of law and respectability always are. Aristocracy is lower-class people getting intelligence. Middle-class people only get money. There are hardly any American aristocrats—and those few live abroad— AGNUS Nonsense! You wouldn’t call Miss Felix middle-class. THE DEVIL Miss Felix? AGNUS The young lady— THE DEVIL A person who’d burn up your genius in the fire that boils the pot? Worse than middle-class—worthless— AGNUS (_violently_) Sir— THE DEVIL How can I get rid of her? For your own sake: how can I get rid of her? [_Agnus clenches his fists._ THE DEVIL I must play Davy Garrick again—do something to disgust her— AGNUS (_violently ironical_) Just treat her as you did a moment ago. THE DEVIL Trouble is: she left this room loving me—twenty times better than she ever loved you. How can I help you—help humanity—with a drab like that at my heels—? AGNUS You—(_about to strike_) THE DEVIL (_laughs_) Go on: disfigure yourself! [_Agnus wrings his hands._ THE DEVIL (_crosses and recrosses the room; stares moodily out of window with his hands behind back; then suddenly pointing outside the window_) Who’s that? AGNUS (_crossing and looking out_) That actressy-looking creature? THE DEVIL (_impatiently_) Yes, yes—who is she? AGNUS Looking for lodgings, I believe. Had the impertinence to apply here— THE DEVIL (_gloomily_) She’s found them by this time, eh? AGNUS (_with dignity_) Nobody here takes lodgers. And the inn—the hotel—is for men only— THE DEVIL Hurrah!! (_He dashes out through the door and disappears; his voice is heard outside_) Hi, there! Wait a minute! [_The light settles sympathetically on Agnus’s shoulder._ AGNUS (_to the light_) Poor devil! You’re worse off than I am. [_The light wags dolefully._ AGNUS (_excitedly_) He’s bringing her back—bringing her—_in_—_here_— THE DEVIL (_outside_) This way, Miss Blondin! [_The Devil enters together with Doll Blondin, who is typical of the Broadway idea of refinement and taste: dark blue Norfolk jacket suit; small French skull-cap with tassel, her curly hair escaping from beneath it; high collar and jabot of lace that falls almost to her belt; short vamp suède pumps without toe-cap; preposterously high Cuban heels. The combination of country suit with city shoes, of jabot and lingerie waist—instead of tailored waist and plain collar and tie—with cap suitable only for evening wear, serve to mark her as one who dresses with instinctive taste but without the consistency of the upper-class woman. However, she is a most attractive girl—about twenty-three—and has an air of sophistication grafted on a babyish ingenuousness, which makes anything she says quaintly pleasing._ DOLL BLONDIN (_turning to The Devil who has been following her in_) I was told here you wouldn’t think of taking lodgers— THE DEVIL I wasn’t consulted—I need a pretty girl like you around the house just now. DOLL BLONDIN (_suspiciously_)