FANNY (_to The Devil_) Is this so? (_Sees the check in his hand, takes it quickly and stands for a second quiet; then to Schwartzenhopfel, bitterly_) Two million! And I suppose he’s not allowed to spend more than two thousand on himself—and wife— THE DEVIL (_sotto voce_) Say “yes.” SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_to The Devil_) What did you say? [_The Devil clenches his fists._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_to Fanny, brightly_) Oh, no limitations—he can spend anything he likes on himself— FANNY (_eagerly_) Say half of what you would have paid him at the Mills? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_anxious to regain The Devil’s good-will_) Half? All! All! No strings to my generosity, young lady. I want him to be happy at his work. He can buy an automobile—or a—yacht—or—er—jewellery—or—anything— FANNY (_throwing herself into The Devil’s arms_) Addington! Addington! At last! [_Agnus clenches his fists and starts across room_. THE DEVIL (_in an injured tone_) I thought you were going away never to return? FANNY And would you have been unhappy, dearest? THE DEVIL You just said: “All is over between us”— FANNY Just to see what you would say—and I saw—you grew quite red, Addington— THE DEVIL (_bitterly_) Yes—to keep from laughing— FANNY Ah! Addington! You are being proud now. Look at me! How I have sunk my pride, determined to get to the bottom of this. I have been wrong. I acknowledge it. I had no right to interfere with your work. I came back to tell you that—to sacrifice myself, too— [_The Devil stares blankly at her. Agnus nudges him fiercely to take his arm away from Fanny. The Devil at last takes his arm away._ FANNY (_who has been talking in the meantime_) But Mr. Magnus has repented. He has seen my side of the case, too. We can have a town house now, Addington, with that two million—and two motors— THE DEVIL (_sarcastically_) Oh, can we? FANNY (_reproachfully_) Remember, I was ready to sacrifice everything for you. I didn’t know Mr. Magnus would be so generous. And now—the marriage, dear—when? [_Doll Blondin reënters from the stairway, hatless and dressed in a shirtwaist._ DOLL BLONDIN Who’s going to help your man bring up my trunks? [_Fanny disengages herself from the Devil and stares at Doll: first wildly, then savagely, then catlike._ FANNY (_tragically to The Devil_) Explain! AGNUS (_wildly_) Fanny, I can explain everything. [_Fanny pushes him away. Her look is that of a tragedy-queen’s as she advances with folded arms toward The Devil, who smiles impishly, sure now that he has rid himself of her for good._ FANNY Explain, Addington Agnus! [_The Devil ignites a cigarette at the electric lighter, shrugs his shoulders and smiles again._ DOLL BLONDIN (_who has come down to The Devil_) Well, how about those trunks? THE DEVIL Oh, Schwartzenhopfel will help you— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_indignantly, as if to say: “Remember I am John Magnus”_) What? THE DEVIL (_pointing to Agnus_) Him! [_Agnus folds his arms also and does not stir._