[Exit FANNY, R.
FABLE. I’ll go to-morrow. Hang me if ever I met with such a family in my life! (lies down on sofa.) Such capering, quarrelling, blowing up and fasting. Ugh! let me go to sleep and forget their existence. (EUCLID and FANNY are seen at the door R. with scissors and dark lanthorn.) Charming family—supper dropped—(dosing.)
EUCLID. He’s going off.
FANNY. Yes, so shall I to-morrow. To Merrikey most likely.
EUCLID. But now to business.
FANNY. Heigho! this is not making a business of a pleasure.
EUCLID. Look at his ugly face—he is asleep.
(holds lanthorn in Fable’s face.
FABLE. (starting up and knocking lanthorn out of Euclid’s hand with his head.) What the devil is that? Oh, my head! There was a flash—and a rap on the skull—and a jingle! What the devil can it mean? (stage dark.)
EUCLID. Now what shall we do? We are extinguished.