Bel. Very good, madame, very good. An angel’s face, but a—
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.