FANNY
Just let me hold one hand—just your little finger—that’ll make me brave—
[The Devil crosses to the table, scowling. Fanny tags after him, holding on to one of his fingers. The Devil looks sternly at the light. Then he turns to the women and touches the switch-key of the lighted electric cigar-lighter.
THE DEVIL
When I turn this off, it will disappear! (He waits for Magnus to understand. Then, showily, he snaps off the electric-lighter, bending down as if it required some effort) You see?
[The light does not budge.
DOLL BLONDIN (since Fanny is looking admiringly at The Devil and Mrs. Felix is hiding her head on Schwartzenhopfel’s shoulder)
But it didn’t work!—
THE DEVIL (looking up and seeing it, nonplussed and desperate)
No?