THE DEVIL
Miss Blondin—
DOLL BLONDIN
Who do you think’s paying for my lessons, my education? Think I saved it out of a chorus salary? If somebody in New York were to hear such a story, it would be good-bye to taking part of my pay in three sheets. (Puts out her hand) But I’ll run in on you every now and then to say “Hello.” You are such a brute!
FANNY (standing between them)
You’ll do nothing of the sort, d’you hear?
DOLL BLONDIN
Indeed, miss?
FANNY
Indeed, miss, and indeed, miss—and as for you, Addington Agnus, I’ll stay here in this house—with mother, until our wedding-day—