feminine creature," he said. "Frankness is in these days a lost art."
"Yes, I am beautifully frank," I replied. "Out of countless millions of the Devil's anointed I am one to acknowledge myself."
"But withal you are not true," said the man-devil.
"I am a liar," I answered.
"You are a liar, surely," he said, "but you stay with your lies. To stay with anything is Truth."
"It is so," I replied. "Nevertheless I am false as woman can be."
"But you know what you want."
"Oh, yes," I said, "I know what I want. I want you to marry me."
"And why?"
"Because I love you."
"That seems an excellent reason, certainly," said the Devil.
"I want to be happy for once in my life," I said. "I have never been happy. And if I could be happy once for one gold day, I should be satisfied, and I
