KARL
[Throws himself face down, back to audience, on couch, in terrible state of excitement, screaming at top of his voice:
You fiend!
[Reaches for revolver with R. hand. DEVIL grabs his hand and holds revolver. KARL draws away and sits staring straight ahead, DEVIL rises, leaves revolver on table, lights cigarette, then comes below table.
[HEINRICH enters the room noiselessly, carrying a lighted candle, goes behind the DEVIL and helps him to put his fur coat on.
[DEVIL puts his silk hat on, gives a tip to HEINRICH, takes up the revolver, puts it into his pocket, and says to KARL with a sad smile, in a warm tone like a father speaking to his son:
DEVIL
You see, my boy, one may draw a revolver for a lost sovereign.
[Goes to the door. As he opens the door, a look of devilish satisfaction comes into his eyes.