Good-bye—and don't forget me.
[Midge gives him her hand, and moves away smiling.
FAUST
Well, of all
Impossible, grotesque, outrageous tricks
That Brander could have played upon himself!
Married—the fool, the fool!—And yet she is
Curiously sweet and fresh, that kitchen-maid.
SATAN
Are you quite through?
FAUST
Quite, thank you.... It is strange....
But I forget; you are not interested.
What is it you would say now?
SATAN
I have things
Graver to speak of than admiring ladies
Or Gothic architecture. Here, to-day,
Unto your doubting eyes there shall be made
A revelation of profounder scope
Than aught that life has brought you.
FAUST