A light, please—
FANNY
Yes, dear. (She reaches for the cigar-lighter, turns it on and lifts it forward to him)
[Agnus ignites the cigarette, looking at the Red Light. The Red Light wags, pleaded. It is growing dark outside—an early winter’s evening. A star appears.
AGNUS (patting Fanny’s hand)
That’s a good girl! I’m sure—now you’ve had your lesson, we’ll be very happy together. (He puffs at the cigarette)
[The Red Light flies out of the window and disappears.
CURTAIN