RECK. (aside.) What a strange manner he has!
FANNY. And I was not standing by him, was I?
RECK. No.
EUCLID. No, to be sure not.
RECK. What the devil does this mean? They seem uneasy about something. I suppose he has been kissing the girl at the window. Ha! ha! I understand you.
EUCLID. Eh? do you though?
FANNY. Oh, gemini, oh!
RECK. You are a sly fellow, Euclid. (whispers.) Eh?
EUCLID. (aside.) It’s all right—no, no, wrong, I assure you. But you always had such odd ideas—still in the same spirits.
RECK. Yes, I can always smile; like that water which wears a smooth countenance, whatever is beneath its surface.