FLE. Unhand me, I say.
[_disengages himself, and exits, C._
BEL. Well, that's one way of cutting short an explanation. For whom do
they take me? (_to CONSTANCE._) You here, madame?
CON. Have you not perceived me?
BEL. You here! What are you doing with Mr. Fletcher?
CON. Rehearsing my new part.
BEL. Rehearsing! what, the part he but now vowed you should not act?
At any rate, you ought at least, both of you, to recollect that I am
not a man to be _easily_ imposed upon. Can't humbug me! something
remains behind.
CON. Then leave it in the hall. You have already made yourself
perfectly ridiculous this morning, and very little more will render
you perfectly insupportable.
BEL. That's very easily said, madame, very easily said, but when my
mind--
CON. Your mind!
BEL. Yes, madame, my mind. I beg leave to respectfully assert that I
have a mind, and when the suspicions of that mind are appeased, then,
madame, and not till then--
CON. What an excellent tragedian you would have made.