FANNY. Strong in the arm, I mean?
EUCLID. Pretty well.
FANNY. You’ll excuse the liberty—you are such a kind gentleman; but could you oblige me by throwing this basket out of the window?
EUCLID. Why?
FANNY. Oh, sir, pardon me, it’s a delicate affair.
EUCLID. Delicate affair, indeed, to throw that great basket out of the window; a coal heaver would shine particularly in such a delicate affair! Oh, nonsense!
FANNY. Please do, sir, I’ve a motive—heigho!
EUCLID. Oh, well—what will they ask me to do next? Here, girl, ask me to do no more. It’s confoundedly heavy! (they lift the basket between them, rest it on the window ledge, and push it off.) Oh, my shoulder!
FANNY. What a splash! Thank’ye, sir, thank’ye; it’s gone to the bottom of the river.
EUCLID. Yes, and nearly took my arm with it—oh! oh! oh! Let me impress one thing on your memory. Frances Pepper, next time you want a delicate affair managed, hire a ticket porter.