EUCLID. Oh, I forgot! while I was out this morning, I bought this case
of drawing instruments for you--there, dear.
MRS. F. And so, sir, you hope to atone for your conduct by a paltry
present. (_runs to window and opens it._) Thus you atone, and thus I
treat the atonement. (_throws case out of window._)
FANNY. (_aside._) Lauk-a-dasy me; how fine that was. I wish my
sweetheart would quarrel with me, and send me something--would not I
shy it out of window!
MRS. F. There, sir, you see what I have done.
EUCLID. Yes, love, you threw the case out of the window.
MRS. F. And does it make no impression?
EUCLID. Why, it was your own; you had a right to do with it as you
liked; it was nothing to me, you know.
MRS. F. Oh! obduracy, in the disguise of good nature.