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.