[_The light begins again to fly about distractedly. Schwartzenhopfel looks at it apologetically before he bends over to kiss her. The light deliberately flashes between them. Both of them stand back dazzled._ MRS. FELIX (_blinking_) What a powerful reflection! (_Smiling and holding out her hand to Schwartzenhopfel, she bends toward him again_) [_The light again flashes between them._ MRS. FELIX (_as they stagger back again_) What is it, John? I see no mirrors or lenses— DOLL BLONDIN (_who has been watching the light in an awed way ever since she turned_) It doesn’t come from mirrors or lenses. (_In an awed tone_) There’s something queer about that light—almost as if it were human— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Non—nonsense! MRS. FELIX (_noting his look_) John Magnus! You—frightened? DOLL BLONDIN (_pointing to the light_) Look at it now, as though it was listening! FANNY (_with a little cry_) Mother! mother! Forgive me— MRS. FELIX (_patting her hair_) Forgive you—why, my dear? FANNY (_shivering_) I don’t know—but I’m afraid.—There’s something wrong in this house— [_The light twitches as if trying to sneak out of the room._ FANNY (_with a little scream_) Look at it—now! [_The light stands still. The three women huddle together with that feminine instinct that prefers to die with its worst enemy rather than alone._ DOLL BLONDIN Whenever he made a move to even touch you, it flew at him— FANNY (_shrieking_) It moved again! [_Mrs. Felix clutches Schwartzenhopfel. Fanny gives another short scream. At that moment the folding-doors fly open and Agnus reënters quickly, disclosing The Devil inside._ THE DEVIL (_with his eye to microscope, examining slide_) As well as I could do myself! Bravo! Bravissima! AGNUS (_agitated_) Can I do anything? (_Sees the tableau of the three frightened women, clinging to Schwartzenhopfel; his eyes follow theirs, and he sees that they are watching the light; then he falls back, holding his head_) DOLL BLONDIN (_seeing Agnus’s look_) See! He’s frightened, too. THE DEVIL (_puts up the microscope and comes out_) What’s wrong? FANNY (_running to him_) Addington, Addington! DEVIL (_wearily_) Not gone yet? FANNY (_pointing to the light, which twitches sullenly_) Addington, I’m frightened. What is it? THE DEVIL (_shaken, but retaining his mastery_) Oh—that? (_He tries to move over to the table and shake Fanny off_) FANNY Oh, Addington, don’t leave me! I’m frightened, I tell you, frightened! THE DEVIL I thought you wanted to know what that was? MRS. FELIX } } What is it? } } DOLL BLONDIN } } Yes, what? } (_simultaneously_) } FANNY } } We do— } THE DEVIL (_to Fanny in an irritated tone_) Well, how can I explain while you hang on to me?— FANNY Just let me hold one hand—just your little finger—that’ll make me brave—