FANNY. Oh, my poor nerves! How thick-headed of the man to wake! We shall never get the poor gentleman out.
FABLE. There is a kind of whispering noise. Egad! there must be a legend attached to this house. I’m uncomfortable.
| FANNY. EUCLID. | } | So am I. |
EUCLID. We’ll find the way out. Where’s the door?
(groping about—sneezes.
FABLE. The cat’s in the room, sure. (the mattress rises up and down.) What on earth is this? there’s something moves—there must be a legend! Oh! keep quiet there!
FANNY. I can’t find the door. Some one must have taken it off its hinges.
EUCLID. Yes, and that cursed fellow is going to hallo.
(RECKLESS darts up, throws the mattress, with FABLE on it, to a considerable distance.
FABLE. Murder! the devil! thieves! fire! Mr. Holdfast!