Fle. Here—now.
Hol. I shall embrace her—she will permit me to do so, and yet she shall not know?
Fle. She shall know nothing.
Enter CONSTANCE.
Con. Well! will Melfort come?
Fle. He has written to me to say he cannot.
Con. Then the rehearsal is a fiasco?
Fle. Decidedly, unless you rehearse without him.
Con. Will you rehearse the father?
Fle. No. I must see you; listen to you; if need be, prompt you.