You’re a scientific kind of a lunatic, right enough. Souls do leave their bodies during sleep or hypnotism or—
THE DEVIL (satirically)
Oh, you’ve discovered that, have you? Only fancy!
AGNUS
An ordinary lunatic would have pretended he could change himself into anything, if he was The Devil—
THE DEVIL
As soon as I take human shape, naturally I’m bound by human laws. And each time I get back from Mars, I must circulate around until some one calls for me. There are always plenty of people calling for The Devil. And then I have no choice—I must take the first I hear and change when I can. And so I’m chained to this refugée until I get something better—like that velvet-jacket fellow’s body, for instance. (Suddenly) Is he married?
AGNUS
Who? Noel Onfroy! Yes—I’m mad—overwork, I suppose—(suddenly clouded) worry! I don’t wonder I’m mad; I don’t wonder! (Feels his head and closes his eyes)
THE DEVIL