Bel. Of course. I’m not a man to be imposed on! Can’t humbug me!
Con. And that proves that Mr. Fletcher sent me these flowers.
Bel. Unless we are to believe that this poor fellow amuses himself in purchasing bouquets worth a sovereign each out of twopence a length.
Con. You have a lively imagination, and make marvellous jumps at conclusions. Has it never entered the cavity of your head that in London there may be two men who wear a drab hat and black coat?
Bel. Possibly! possibly! (Enter HOLDER, C.) But talk of the old gentleman, &c.; we can know from himself.
Hol. Here is your part, madame.
Bel. (to HOLDER) Do you know this bouquet?
Hol. The one I purchased this morning.
Bel. (to CONSTANCE) Proof positive!
Con. Well, if Mr. Fletcher did send the flowers, what then?