Is this so? (Sees the check in his hand, takes it quickly and stands for a second quiet; then to Schwartzenhopfel, bitterly) Two million! And I suppose he’s not allowed to spend more than two thousand on himself—and wife—
THE DEVIL (sotto voce)
Say “yes.”
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (to The Devil)
What did you say?
[The Devil clenches his fists.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (to Fanny, brightly)
Oh, no limitations—he can spend anything he likes on himself—
FANNY (eagerly)
Say half of what you would have paid him at the Mills?