CON. Oh, mercy!
BEL. You have no heart (_throws bouquet on floor_). Adieu!
[_Exit C._
CON. This bouquet--you purchased it, and sent it to me?
HOL. Yes.
CON. These are flowers of great price.
HOL. Yesterday, at the theatre, I was standing behind one of the
wings, and--and--I heard you say you loved them.
CON. Oh! (_aside._) Decidedly I have made a conquest here.
HOL. Don't be angry, I entreat of you; nor don't laugh at me.
CON. I am neither angry with you, nor in the mood to laugh at you. But
what would you have me say to you?
HOL. Ah! Cons--madame!
CON. You are doubtless very unhappy. I feel for you; your sufferings
touch me nearly.