FANNY. Thank’ye, sir, thank’ye, sir, for throwing my basket out of window. That faithless monster’s present; I wish he had been here, I’d have asked Mr. Facile to throw him after it; I’m sure he’d have done it, he is so good-natured.
[Exit, L. H.
EUCLID. Ha! ha! a whimsical request enough. See what it is to be of an easy disposition. What the servants will ask next it is impossible to say. I have already written six letters for the footman, and read as many valentines for the women; and the other day the old nurse asked me to tell her fortune, because she said my books looked like conjuring books; but this basket-throwing—
Enter MRS. FACILE, L. H.
is the strangest adventure I ever knew.
MRS. F. Oh, my dear, have you seen a basket—a large basket?
EUCLID. Yes.
MRS. F. Like a hamper, big enough to put you in.
EUCLID. Yes, yes, well—(aside.) I had better not say I helped Fanny, or she’ll blow up.
MRS. F. Well, you’ll promise not to say anything, give me your word.