CON. Yes; it's a great service you can render me with very little
trouble.
HOL. A service--to you!
CON. It is to go to my house, and ask my servant to give you my part.
HOL. I fly.
CON. Where are you going to fly?
HOL. To your house.
CON. Without knowing the address.
HOL. Oh, I know it--Norfolk Street, No. 90--close by.
CON. You know my address?
HOL. Yes, at the theatre--heard it accidentally--the prompter told the
call-boy, the call-boy told the messenger--and I fly.
[_Exit C._
CON. What a strange man! I recollect seeing him often about the
theatre. How very singular.
FLE. When you spoke to him just now, I thought he would have fallen.
CON. I perceived it.
FLE. Perhaps he has fallen--in love with you.
CON. Absurd!
FLE. Has it never crossed your mind when the curtain fell, to think
that among those who had seen and applauded you, many perhaps loved
you who never would be enabled to declare their love----
CON. "But let concealment like a worm in the bud," &c. Yes, such a
vain idea has flitted through my brain.
FLE. Without the slightest impression?
CON. Yes, a momentary pleasure.
FLE. You are a very woman to your fingers' ends.
CON. Beware of them. But come to business. It will be awkward
rehearsing without Melfort, who plays the father.
FLE. I'll send for him.
CON. Melfort stands upon his dignity. He's a fettered lion. Send for
him. You had better go for him yourself.
FLE. Where shall I find him?
CON. At the theatre until four.
FLE. (_looking at his watch._) And it's five minutes past.
CON. You have no time to lose.
FLE. It will not take five minutes to go to the theatre, and they
allow ten for the variation of clocks.