Oh, you are sorry—Oh, Addington! I knew you didn’t mean to be cruel. (_She bursts into tears and throws her arms around him_) THE DEVIL (_as she hangs about his neck_) Hell! Or rather: Mars! [_Agnus, who has crept up from behind, now urgently pokes The Devil in the ribs. The Devil gladly transfers Fanny to him._ AGNUS (_enraptured, forgetting everything_) Fanny! Fanny! My Own! FANNY (_looking up_) Ugh! Ugh! You horrible man! [_The light darts at her._ FANNY (_wrenching herself loose, pushes Agnus into a chair; then she almost screams with lost self-respect_) Addington Agnus! I’ll never forgive you—never—never—never—(_She rushes out, violently slamming the garden door behind her_) AGNUS (_collapsing_) Now, you’ve done it! THE DEVIL (_irritatedly_) When she was quarrelling with me, you were protesting. When she tried to make up, you were protesting. And now that she’s gone, you’re protesting. AGNUS I’ve lost her—lost her— THE DEVIL (_grimly_) Dollars to doughnuts, she’ll find some excuse to come back. I knew a man once who went all the way from San Francisco back to Denver to get a tooth-brush he had left at home. Of course, he didn’t go to see his wife! Oh, no! He had quarrelled with her—hated the sight of her. But how much more he hated losing that twenty-five-cent tooth-brush! AGNUS If you think she’ll be back after the way you just treated her, you may know some women, but not well-bred ones— THE DEVIL (_gloomily_) “When it comes to a man in the case, they’re as like as a pair of new pins.” I’ll have to spring the little actress on her yet, if I want to get rid of her. AGNUS Oh, don’t do that! Don’t let her think it’s on account of another woman—and such a woman—living in the house, too. She’ll never forgive that. No nice woman would. THE DEVIL You lamb! I’ve known women—nice women, too, mind you—on whom such a woman—as you call her—acted like a magnet. Not that they wanted to come back! Oh, no! They wanted to save the man from an abandoned creature. (_Instructively_) An abandoned creature, Agnus, is any other woman. No matter how good her character is, they’ll say she’s under cover with enough crime to crowd Callao— [_There is a knock at the hall door._ THE DEVIL (_ironically looking toward hall door_) Dear man! The controller of the money-market kept waiting by a mere Nobel prize-winner! Terrible insolence! Get out, Schwartzenhopfel! [_The light dances defiantly._ THE DEVIL (_pointing to Agnus_) Oh, I mean—him! And don’t come sneaking down the stairway again, or I’ll do some awful thing to disgrace you forever. Get out! See that the young lady gets her trunks. (_Pushes him off upstairs_) No peeping, mind! [_Agnus goes disconsolately, looking back as he goes._ THE DEVIL (_to the light_) Schwartzenhopfel, do you know who’s in there? (_Points to hallway_) [_The light dances angrily._ THE DEVIL The man you particularly wanted to blow up with one of your bombs. [_The light becomes attentive._ THE DEVIL