FANNY. Sir! Oh, oh!—sir, the sofa can’t be made up—we have no bed.
EUCLID. (aside.) Some good spirit inspired that thought—a reprieve.
FABLE. Oh, very well then, I’ll lay down on the sofa as it is. (aside.) Charming accomodation!
HOLD. Why, my dear sir, I see no other course. I am very sorry you came—
EUCLID. (aside.) So am I.
HOLD. Under such awkward circumstances; always happy to see you, you know.
MRS. F. Well, I think we may as well retire; don’t you, Mr. Facile?
EUCLID. Ahem! My dear, I must—that is—yes, I must sit up rather late, to finish a job I have in hand—an article for the Philosophical Repository.
MRS. F. Ah, if your gallantry were equal to your philosophy, what a different husband you would be.
[Exeunt MRS. FACILE and JULIA, with candle, R.