Go on: disfigure yourself!
[Agnus wrings his hands.
THE DEVIL (crosses and recrosses the room; stares moodily out of window with his hands behind back; then suddenly pointing outside the window) Who’s that?
AGNUS (crossing and looking out)
That actressy-looking creature?
THE DEVIL (impatiently)
Yes, yes—who is she?
AGNUS
Looking for lodgings, I believe. Had the impertinence to apply here—
THE DEVIL (gloomily)