You see—(Spreads her hands as before)
FANNY
You give me up—for this woman?
THE DEVIL (desperately)
Yes!
FANNY (suddenly realizing she is combating Fate)
Oh, Addington, Addington, Addington—I love you—I love you—(She bursts into real tears; there is no tragedy in her attitude now, no affectation, no theatricalism—just real sorrow and regret)
AGNUS (wildly to The Devil) You must explain! You must! You must!
THE DEVIL (whispering)
Who’d believe us? We’d all be clapped into a lunatic asylum. Is one woman to stand in the way of science—a big step in world-regeneration? Think, man! One woman against a million better men? For the sake of humanity—think!