SCENE I.--_Mr. Beaumont Fletcher's chambers in the Adelphi, handsomely
furnished, doors R., L., and C. JONES discovered._
JONES (_writing_). To address the lady's-maid of a marchioness is no
trifling affair, especially in the present march of intellect, when
the maids know more than the mistresses. One's obliged not only to
mind one's stops, but one's grammar. I have been nearly three-quarters
of an hour now trying to round a period--I, who French-polish the
boots of a dramatic author. Ought I to put "I was smitten," or "I was
struck with your charms?"--it's very embarrassing--I must consult Mr.
Fletcher. In my letter I must inclose the order he promised to procure
for me; but if, with the order, I cannot conclude my letter----
_Enter FLETCHER, C. door._
FLE. The devil take the theatre, and all the actresses into the
bargain!
JONES. Has the rehearsal been unsatisfactory, sir?
FLE. This Miss Constance Belmour! this Miss Constance Belmour!
JONES. Sir!
FLE. Is it talent or is it temper?
JONES. Sir!
FLE. She was execrable.