And half a minute gone.
FANNY
I never loved you—
AGNUS (who has crept cautiously down again)
Don’t say that, Fanny!
[The Devil throws another brass ornament in the same way as before. Agnus disappears, dodging.
FANNY (talking on through this incident, which also goes unnoticed by her) Girls must marry somebody, you know—somebody—not that you should be too much flattered by being called somebody—
THE DEVIL
Thirty-five seconds—and a third—
FANNY (at a loss)