FANNY (in rapture)
My dear one! My dearest!
[The Devil points to door. Fanny goes with Mrs. Felix.
THE DEVIL (to Doll)
You, too!
[Doll Blondin shrugs her shoulders and goes after the other two women.
THE DEVIL (throwing himself down in utter weariness)
I give in. I must find another body—go through another sentimental riot before I can begin my work here again. Bernard Shaws don’t grow in every village or every London. (He rises and crosses toward the window) Oh, Mars! Mars! I’m homesick again. (He stretches out his hands) Only a day away from you, and homesick already: homesick, how homesick I am—
AGNUS (trembling eagerly)
I know, we’re not advanced enough for you yet. Why don’t you go back and wait until we are?