He’s bringing her back—bringing her—in—here—
THE DEVIL (outside)
This way, Miss Blondin!
[The Devil enters together with Doll Blondin, who is typical of the Broadway idea of refinement and taste: dark blue Norfolk jacket suit; small French skull-cap with tassel, her curly hair escaping from beneath it; high collar and jabot of lace that falls almost to her belt; short vamp suède pumps without toe-cap; preposterously high Cuban heels. The combination of country suit with city shoes, of jabot and lingerie waist—instead of tailored waist and plain collar and tie—with cap suitable only for evening wear, serve to mark her as one who dresses with instinctive taste but without the consistency of the upper-class woman. However, she is a most attractive girl—about twenty-three—and has an air of sophistication grafted on a babyish ingenuousness, which makes anything she says quaintly pleasing.
DOLL BLONDIN (turning to The Devil who has been following her in) I was told here you wouldn’t think of taking lodgers—
THE DEVIL
I wasn’t consulted—I need a pretty girl like you around the house just now.
DOLL BLONDIN (suspiciously)
Look here—is there an older woman here—a housekeeper—
AGNUS (with sudden wild hope)