What! What’s this? What? My poor boy! (She puts her hand on The Devil’s shoulder)
FANNY
Addington doesn’t need your pity, mother!
THE DEVIL (recollecting himself)
Mother? Fanny’s mother! Oh, but that must have been when you were just a favorite of the harem!
MRS. FELIX (in amazement)
Whatever has come over you? You—why, you—well—you of all men! (She seats herself, staring at him with a sort of fascination)
THE DEVIL
Your husband—
FANNY