[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—