MRS. F. Well?
EUCLID. (aside.) He came in here—you lost him, you know—and hearing Mr. Holdfast, I popped the cover on him—it was he. (aside.) I wish it had been!
MRS. F. Oh, is that all?—what a clever man you are, Euclid. That was nothing, Mr. Holdfast—nothing at all.
HOLD. How very satisfactory!
MRS. F. Only a frolic of my husband’s, funny little man. He meant to astonish you.
HOLD. Egad, he succeeded, too! I never was so struck in my life!
FABLE. Nor I. I thought there was a legend attached to the house!
EUCLID. And yet, you see, you had doubts of my fidelity, when I was only guilty of—(aside.)—murder.
MRS. F. Do not be angry; you know appearances were against you.