EUCLID. No--you are a damned deal worse; you are an accessory before
the fact.
FANNY. What fact?
EUCLID. An enormous fact--murder!
FANNY. Oh, Mr. Facile! Ha! ha! you are joking.
EUCLID. Joking, eh! It's all very fine for you to pretend you didn't
know a man was in that basket.
FANNY. Oh, a very fine trick. Ah, no, you are in fun; there was a note
tied; I have it in my pocket. (_pulls it out._) There, sir; pardon me
blushing if it says anything soft.