BELLA. No.
DOM. Who is the suitor, Bella? What’s his abominable name? (Bella is silent.) Is he here? (Bella starts.) He is. Then I’ll find him. (going.)
BELLA. (alarmed.) Dominique! I’ll tell you one thing about him. He’s—stout.
DOM. What! Ah, you are joking. I give you warning. I am going to disguise myself and catch a glimpse of that man.
BELLA. Why disguise yourself?
DOM. Because I believe you’d warn him away if you knew I were coming.
BELLA. Pshaw! (laughs.) I’d know you under any disguise. Oh!—I have an idea. “Things will come right through a disguise!”
DOM. Eh?
BELLA. You must assume a disguise and try it on your uncle.
DOM. My uncle!