Twice Killed: A Farce in One Act

by John Oxenford

MRS. F. Oh, yes, certainly—poor Miss Weakley. Yes, I shall call.

FANNY. (whispers to EUCLID.) I have something to shew you, sir, when your good lady goes out.

MRS. F. I shall call—what’s the girl waiting for? do you think I can’t call?

FANNY. Yes, you can, ma’am, pretty loud, too.

[Exit, L. H.

MRS. F. And now, Mr. Facile, you ought to be ashamed to stand before me thus.

EUCLID. Ought I? Well, then, I’ll take myself down stairs. (reads.) “On gravity—descending bodies.”

[Exit, L. H.

JULIA. How can you be so cross?