EUCLID. Don’t scream—don’t scream! We shall be hanged if you scream.
FANNY. Oh, dear! oh, dear, oh, dear! Let me look; m-a-s, mas—t-e-r, ter—master. It’s right—oh, dear! oh, dear! (sobs.) we’re in a pickle!
EUCLID. Yes, and so is our unfortunate victim. Then you did not know it?
FANNY. No; you know I cannot read without help. I determined to throw that wretch’s presents out of the window. I was only thinking of the present.
EUCLID. Ay, but I’m thinking of the future; I did you wrong. I see you are innocent. We are both a couple of innocent—guilty, miserable wretches. Why didn’t you throw it in yourself? We’ll finish this letter though.
(they stand close together, reading a letter.
Enter RECKLESS, R.
RECK. (aside.) I can’t find Julia anywhere; and I dread every minute lest I should meet some cursed person or other who might be more curious than pleasant. Who’s that? Bless my lucky stars! my old friend Facile. I can’t be mistaken. (slaps on back.) Facile, my boy!
EUCLID. (aside.) That’s the constable. No, sir, not here; it came from the window next door. What, Reckless! Ah, how do you do? (aside.) Where the deuce did he come from?
RECK. I won’t say a word about the basket; I’ll feign I called to see him. How do you do, my boy? We have not seen one another these—