EUCLID. Well, what’s that to us, if the girl don’t want it? We have no right to cram things down her throat.
TOM. (without.) Mr. Reckless is here—I know he is.
RECK. That’s my rascal’s voice. I’m here.
Enter TOM, drunk, L.
FANNY. That faithless Tom!
TOM. (hiccups.) I’ve brought a letter, sir. (gives letter.) I knew you was here, ’cos you know I ha—ha— And I know what the letter is about, the bearer thereof told me thereof—old Guineamore is no more.
RECK. I am De Mowbray; my real name is Reckless. This letter will convince you I have a handsome fortune at my disposal, if I may be allowed to lay it at the feet of Miss Flighty.
EUCLID. Mowbray! Mowbray! here! You did not come in a basket, and see my wife?
RECK. Yes, but I did though.