To what? To marry a man who is not madly in love with me—any more than I am with him. What of it? We are two perfectly sane people about to make a serious contract with our eyes wide open, instead of blinded by infatuation like crazy lovers in magazine stories. What other contract made by crazy people would be valid for one minute—and this is for a life-time—
[Enter SERVANT and hands bag to DEVIL and exits.
DEVIL, smiling
True—for a lifetime.
ELSA
You are a man of the world?
DEVIL, gravely
Of many worlds.
ELSA
[Looks up quickly as if about to ask the DEVIL what he means, but checks herself and continues: