Fle. (coldly) You here, Miss Belmour!
Con. Oh, dear! what a refrigerating reception.
Fle. I was writing to you—
Con. To tell me—
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.