[The light darts at her.
FANNY (wrenching herself loose, pushes Agnus into a chair; then she almost screams with lost self-respect) Addington Agnus! I’ll never forgive you—never—never—never—(She rushes out, violently slamming the garden door behind her)
AGNUS (collapsing)
Now, you’ve done it!
THE DEVIL (irritatedly)
When she was quarrelling with me, you were protesting. When she tried to make up, you were protesting. And now that she’s gone, you’re protesting.
AGNUS
I’ve lost her—lost her—
THE DEVIL (grimly)
Dollars to doughnuts, she’ll find some excuse to come back. I knew a man once who went all the way from San Francisco back to Denver to get a tooth-brush he had left at home. Of course, he didn’t go to see his wife! Oh, no! He had quarrelled with her—hated the sight of her. But how much more he hated losing that twenty-five-cent tooth-brush!