_Consternation on the part of every one. Demoniac Servant remarks, "Ha!
ha!"_ ULRIC _and the Demons sink through the floor. Scene changes to the
Studio of Eblis._

RUDOLPH. "Take this collar. Behold these stripes painted upon it.
Whatever you wish you shall have at the price of five years of your
life. A stripe will vanish each time your wish is gratified. (_Aside._)
The stripes are only cloth, you know, and you can pull 'em off when your
back is turned to the audience. Is it a bargain?"

ULRIC. "It 'er is." (_Malignant crash from the orchestra._)

RUDOLPH. "ULLERIC, 'tis well. Now thou shall behold our sports."

_Enter ballet girls, dressed in red gaiters and torches. They dance the
Demon Cancan, waving their torches and scattering the flames. Old
Gentleman, in the front row hears such charming little asides as, "Drat
you,_ MARY SMITH, _you've burnt my hand." "I'll slap your face, Miss, if
you step on my foot again." "O_ NELLY! _my hair's a-coming down."_

Curtain finally falls upon a blaze of light and a bewildering wealth of
legs.

_Old Gentleman, in front row._ "Well, he! he! that's pretty good; he! he!
Devilish pretty girls some of 'em; he! he!"

_Virtuous Matron._ "My dear, isn't it shameful. I never saw any thing so
disgusting."

_Sceptical Husband._ "Then perhaps we'd better go at once."