You give me up—for this woman? THE DEVIL (_desperately_) Yes! FANNY (_suddenly realizing she is combating Fate_) Oh, Addington, Addington, Addington—I love you—I love you—(_She bursts into real tears; there is no tragedy in her attitude now, no affectation, no theatricalism—just real sorrow and regret_) AGNUS (_wildly to The Devil_) You must explain! You must! You must! THE DEVIL (_whispering_) Who’d believe us? We’d all be clapped into a lunatic asylum. Is one woman to stand in the way of science—a big step in world-regeneration? Think, man! One woman against a million better men? For the sake of humanity—think! [_Agnus turns away. It is his tragic moment; his face should be that of a combined Hamlet and King Lear—for, while to others Fanny is comedic, to him she represents earthly happiness. Fanny continues her sobbing like an animal in pain. Doll Blondin looks troubled, but stands her ground._ THE DEVIL (_awkwardly_) See here, Fanny— FANNY (_trying to stem, her tears_) Yes, dear— THE DEVIL It isn’t any woman—it’s my work. It needs me—all of me— DOLL BLONDIN Then you don’t love me? THE DEVIL (_impatiently_) Of course not. I only just saw you—didn’t I? FANNY You don’t love her? Your work? You’re giving me up for— THE DEVIL The good of humanity, Fanny— FANNY (_forgetting tears_) Ah, I knew you were too noble, Addington, too big to jilt me for another woman. “For the good of humanity!” That’s different. We’ll work together, dear. I’ll help, not hinder. [_The Devil groans._ FANNY You’ve brought out my true nature. I’m changed. I see now how hateful I was. THE DEVIL Fanny— FANNY Yes, dear— THE DEVIL No! [_Doll Blondin catches his eye above Fanny’s head and winks hopefully._ THE DEVIL (_to Doll, in the same tone_) No! [_Mrs. Felix and Tromper enter, bundled up for motoring. They are followed by Magnus’s chauffeur and his valet carrying motoring coats._ VALET Miss Felix, miss! (_He holds up her coat_) [_Fanny inserts her arms mechanically in sleeves._ TROMPER (_grumpily, showing his watch to Schwartzenhopfel_) I took the liberty of getting ready to go back, Mr. Magnus. I thought you’d forgotten the time. VALET You have an appointment for dinner with Mr. Gayton, sir. [_Schwartzenhopfel looks blank._ VALET You know, sir—the Secretary of the Treasury— [_The Devil nudges Schwartzenhopfel._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_arrogantly_) The Secretary must wait; that’s all! I’m staying here tonight. THE DEVIL (_sotto voce to Agnus, indicating Tromper_) Who’s he? [_Agnus whispers the information in a thoroughly miserable manner._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_to the chauffeur_) You take these ladies back to New York. (_To the valet_) You go with him and bring me some clothes back. THE DEVIL Enough for a week or so. [_The light shows that it is struck motionless by this last statement._ And now, Mrs. Felix, good-bye! Come and see me some time. I’ll find a husband for you yet. [_The light flirts across his eyes._