“I regret I can not accept that statement as gospel truth,” said Satan, sarcastically, “for if ever a man needed help, you are that man.”
“But not from you,” replied Diotti.
“That statement is discredited also by your outburst of a few moments ago when you called upon me.”
“I do not need you,” reiterated the musician. “I will have none of you!” and he waved his arm toward the door, as if he desired the interview to end.
“I came at your behest, actuated entirely by kindness of heart,” said Satan.
Diotti laughed derisively, and Satan, showing just the slightest feeling at Diotti’s behavior, said reprovingly: “If you will listen a moment, and not be so rude to an utter stranger, we may reach some conclusion to your benefit.”
“Get thee behind—”
“I know exactly what you were about to say. Have no fears on that score. I have no demands to make and no impossible compacts to insist upon.”
“I have heard of you before,” knowingly spoke the violinist, nodding his head sadly.
“No doubt you have,” smilingly. “My reputation, which has suffered at the hands of irresponsible people, is not of the best, and places me at times in awkward positions. But I am beginning to live it down.” The stranger looked contrition itself. “To prove my sincerity I desire to help you win her love,” emphasizing her.