By my vain presence. (Going.)
Clara. Nay, a moment—wait.
I must clear up this mystery. Indeed,
I would not be discourteous or ungrateful:
But ere I thank you for your courtesy,
Know you to whom you do it?
Fel. To Donna Eugenia.
Clara. Well, sir?
Eug. Oh, the hypocrite!
Fel. You are the lady?