"My face is my fortune, sir, she said."
FLE. A moment of irritation--I was not serious.
CON. Did you intend to give the part to Fitzcharles? They say you are
smitten in that quarter. She'll listen to you. She delights in
literary men--but they are _not_ the wise men who _know_ themselves to
be fools.
FLE. I did not intend to give the part to Fitzcharles, I am not
smitten with her, and you know that well.
CON. Well, now, we must attend particularly to the scene when the
father and daughter recognize each other. I candidly confess that at
present I have no idea of it. When I exclaim "My father!" I always
feel inclined to laugh.
FLE. Then that would damn the piece.
CON. Hush! Let us hope that I shall find it no laughing matter on the
day of representation.
FLE. Most fervently, I hope so.
CON. Ah! you must send some one for my part; I have left it at home.
FLE. You go to the rehearsal without your part, and you don't know a
word of it.
CON. But I have the credit of knowing it, for I spoke to my cue.
FLE. Not without a prompter; I'll send for it. Jones! Jones! Where is
he? Jones! Jones!
_Enter HOLDER, C._
HOL. Jones is gone out, sir.
FLE. There now!
HOL. He's gone to the theatre for the order you promised him.
FLE. Devil take him! and the order too.
CON. You have yourself to blame--you should not break your promises.
You should not "palter with him in a _double_ sense," when the order
was doubtless for two.