Enter HOLDFAST, with candle, R. EUCLID and FANNY throw their arms round Reckless’s neck.
HOLD. What an infernal noise! What is the meaning of all this? Three hugging one another, and a fourth bawling out murder! Who the deuce is this?
EUCLID. Oh, I forgot—you are not introduced. Mr. Holdfast, Mr. Reckless—Mr. Reckless, Mr. Holdfast!
HOLD. Very proud—very happy. How the devil did he get here?
FANNY. You dear man, for keeping alive. Oh, you dear.
EUCLID. A particular friend of mine.
HOLD. A particular friend of Fanny’s too, it seems? And what was the matter with you, Fergus?
FABLE. Matter! Everything. Your sofa chucks people on the floor, Mr. Holdfast.
(bell rings.