EUCLID. The dispute will never be settled. (MRS. FACILE advances again to globe, EUCLID keeping her back; globe moves off, L.)
HOLD. Ha, ha, ha! the globe moves in an eccentric orbit—ha! ha!
MRS. F. I see it all; it is some evil creature concealed under the globe cover! I’ll follow it.
JULIA. So will I.
EUCLID. (holding her back.) No, no, no!
HOLD. Ha! ha! ha!
Enter FABLE, L. as they approach door.
Ah, Fable, my friend—how are you? You have come in time to meet—
EUCLID. A quiet family.
MRS. F. Sir, you are the murderer of—