EUCLID. Murderer—of what?
MRS. F. Of my happiness, sir.
EUCLID. Oh, that’s all, is it? Ha! ha! that’s nothing.
HOLD. Nay, Mr. Facile, you are going too far.
JULIA. He is getting a most horrid husband.
MRS. F. He’ll break my heart! (crying.)
FABLE. Crying, too! A charming family—and I seem to have called at a crisis.
EUCLID. (aside.) I have a thought! My dear, you know the gentleman whom I threw—ahem!
MRS. F. Sir!
EUCLID. You know—the gentleman in the basket I mean.