THE DEVIL (reduced to the frigid politeness of a man who realizes he will be stricken with apoplexy if he allows his feelings to get the better of him again) I—I see—and now I should like to know—what was the President of China thinking while in his bath this morning?—
FANNY (placidly, seeing, in his loss of control her own dominance of the situation) Don’t sneer, darling. You loathed yourself for giving in to me a second time. “Even though my heart is broken, I will cast her out of it,” you said sternly.
THE DEVIL
Just like the kind of novels you read, wasn’t it?
FANNY
You had been so modest, dear, that I didn’t realize you were a great man. That was your fault. “She doesn’t love me,” you said, “or she’d want me to go on winning Nobel prizes and being a great man. All she loves is the money I can make.” (Triumphantly) Am I right? Isn’t that what you thought?
THE DEVIL (wildly)
You’re never right! And I never think.
AGNUS
You are right—you are!