FANNY. (aside.) So do I.
RECK. Really, there was something wrong—
EUCLID. Nonsense—fancy—
RECK. (puts his hand to his eyes.) There’s a swimming—
(EUCLID and FANNY run to window.
EUCLID. What is afloat?
RECK. Oh—h—h—I’m going! There was something wrong about that wine—oh—wrong—very wrong—poison—wine—bad wine—poison! (falls senseless on the sofa. EUCLID and FANNY stare.)
FANNY. (rubs her eyes.) What does this mean?
EUCLID. It means there’s another victim. Oh, Fanny!
FANNY. Oh, sir!