Oh, too bad he’s married. I should have thought of that before. I’d rather be a single Dutch comedian than a married Adonis. It’s bad enough being tied to one human body, let alone two. (Looks around and sees that the light has disappeared) The Dutchman’s gone, eh? He goes back to his foolish attic every now and then to see if the police have found any bombs yet. There are seven sewed up in the mattress—and I don’t dare take them out of the house for fear the police may be watching for a man with a suit-case. That Dutchman will get me in jail yet.
AGNUS (holding his head and looking at The Devil between the palms of his hands) You use singularly unclassical language for the Fount of All Wisdom—
THE DEVIL
The American language. When I’m in England, I use English.—By the way, are you married?
AGNUS
I? (Holds his head harder)
THE DEVIL (understanding)
Not, eh? Well? (He rises, advancing on Agnus, viewing him speculatively, and finally approvingly)
AGNUS (alarmed, dimly conscious)
Here! What now?