[Schwartzenhopfel nods.
JUDGE CRITTY (wildly)
You use me—cast me aside—
THE DEVIL
Just what a prostitute would say when the man to whose worst passions she has pandered seeks to be clean again and casts her off. (He opens the door again and points) Get out! (He fixes the unhappy Judge with his eyes. Unable to resist, the Judge follows the slowly pointing finger and goes out)
DOLL BLONDIN (whose admiration for The Devil has grown quickly, as evidenced by the expression on her face as she has sat listening almost with awe) You are some man—believe me!
FANNY (turns quickly on her at this danger-note in her voice, and speaks with an effort at politeness) You said you would not like a certain party to hear a certain story—
[The Devil, being recalled to this situation, looks hopelessly around.
DOLL BLONDIN
Let the certain party go—