FANNY. Oh, I shall faint!
EUCLID. At this crisis, stupid, thick headed girl! you must not faint at this crisis—I want all your assistance. Lock the door. (she locks R. door.) We’ll let him fall into the well of the sofa. (they do so, by pulling the mattress from under him. VOICES heard outside.)
HOLDFAST. (without—knocking, R.) Euclid! Euclid!
MRS. FACILE. (without, R.) Euclid! Euclid, my love!
FANNY. Oh dear, how heavy!
EUCLID. And there they are outside. There, put the mattress—that’s right—oh! Now I’ll let them in.
FANNY. But Mrs. Facile must not find me locked up with you. You know of what a queer turn of mind she is.
EUCLID. Well, here—(takes cover off globe, and puts it on her head. Takes up book.)
| HOLD. MRS. F. | } | Euclid! Euclid! |
EUCLID. (opens R. door.) Well, come in.