No, there isn’t.
DOLL BLONDIN (to The Devil)
Well, mind: no tricks!
THE DEVIL (pained)
My dear girl!
DOLL BLONDIN
I’m as much the lady (primly) as any you know, even if I am on the stage. Anybody ’ud think I was a crocodile or some other wild beast the way people stare. Not used to seeing girls who know how to dress, I guess. What do these rubes know about class?
AGNUS (in anguish)
This is impossible!
DOLL BLONDIN (eyeing him; to The Devil)