EUCLID. (smells.) There is something wrong in this wine.
FANNY. (sobs.) Oh—h—h! Now I shall be hanged!
EUCLID. In all human probability. You have got two strings to your bow. So shall I. What makes you pitch upon me for an accomplice?
FANNY. It was a mistake—oh—h!
EUCLID. But yours are such confounded mistakes. There’s Mr. Basket in the river—Reckless is here poisoned—you and I shall be hanged—that makes four. We shall have seriously diminished the population.
FANNY. He had no business to want wine.
EUCLID. Dissipated wretch, to drink wine, except after dinner! How intrusive to call on me—I did not ask him.
FANNY. What shall we do with him? Throw him out of the window after Mr. Basket? Oh—
EUCLID. There are half a dozen boats passing. (a double knock.) Oh, there’s a knock—they’ll come up stairs!