EUCLID. For the present; I don’t think I shall stay here.
RECK. Where shall you go then?
EUCLID. (aside.) To Newgate, most likely. That, sir, depends entirely upon circumstances.
Enter FANNY with bottle and glass, R.
RECK. (drinking.) Ha, ha! another—(drinks.) very good—no, I don’t know that it is so very good. There’s a queer twang in this wine—have you ever noticed it?
EUCLID. No—you know I never touch wine.
RECK. Oh, I remember you patronise water. How queer I feel!
EUCLID. Patronise water! what do you mean by patronising water? Oh—ha, ha! you mean I drink it.
RECK. Of course I do. Egad, I wish I had drank water instead of this infernal stuff. I feel quite uncomfortable.
EUCLID. (aside.) So do I.