Then—I’m sorry for you. Sorry for your work, your fame, your future. But if I can’t make you believe in me any other way, why—then—here goes. (She twists up the check, strikes a match and lights it; following an old childish game, she says) He loves me, he loves me not; loves me, loves me not. (The flame scorches her fingers, but she holds it long enough to say) He loves me! (Then she throws the last blazing bit into ash-receiver and throws her arms around The Devil)
MRS. FELIX (judicially)
I think now—Addington—you can be sure!
THE DEVIL (wrenching himself free)
Damn it!—Doesn’t she know that if Magnus will write one check, he’ll write another!
FANNY (her lip drawn)
Oh, I forgot that! I forgot that! (Sobbing on her mother’s breast) Oh, mammy, what can I do to prove it to him? This is my punishment—this is my punishment!
DOLL BLONDIN (to The Devil, herself in tears)
She’s on the square with that stuff, old boy. Don’t be a devil!
THE DEVIL (suddenly realizing)