FLE. That I should not require you in my piece.
HOL. (_aside to FLETCHER_) Oh, sir!
CON. Very amiable of you, very amiable, indeed. (_Seeing pieces of the
letter, and picking up one._) "Belmour--it is quite impossible"--why
did you tear up the letter?
FLE. Because I was entreated to allow you to retain the character.
CON. By whom?
FLE. Mr. Holder.
CON. Mr.----I remember your face somewhere, sir.
HOL. (_subdued and quite overpowered._) At the theatre, probably.
CON. If I am not mistaken, I have often seen you as I entered the
theatre.
HOL. Possibly! possibly!
CON. What ails you? are you ill?
HOL. No, oh dear no; it's only a----I was not prepared----it is the
first time you have spoken to me.
CON. And that produces such an effect on you?
HOL. Yes. I don't know how it is--but it is nothing.
CON. Poor man!
[_She is about to take out her purse, but on a look from HOLDER, she
arrests her hand._
HOL. (_to FLETCHER aside._) You see? She would not insult me by
offering me money.
FLE. Will you finish copying the last leaf?
HOL. Ah! yes, directly--conclude it's done.