With these slight alterations in your dress, your face lighted up with my attractive smile (smiles) and my bold intelligent gaze, you are a handsome fellow, Agnus—by Saturn, a handsome fellow! I really believe I’d rather have this body than that velvet-jacketed fellow’s—
AGNUS (pleadingly)
Don’t say that. It’s not much of a body. I have all sorts of pains and aches—neglect, you know. You’ll be ill half your time. You won’t have any fun. Now this body (strikes the Dutchman’s) may not be good-looking, but what’s that? It’s a fine healthy body—a sound body—
[The light bobs up and down; as though nodding sorrowfully.
THE DEVIL
In that case you’re better off than you were. You ought to thank me.
[The light darts at him.
THE DEVIL
I wish I could lose that German.
AGNUS (feverishly)