III.
Nay, then, go! But were I you,
I will tell you what I'd do:
Rather than be baffled so,
I would never, never go!
As the song ends, Bartlett reappears at the gallery door giving into the parlour, and encounters Constance turning at his tread from the picture on which she has been pensively gazing while he sang. He puts up a hand on either side of the door.
IV.
Bartlett and Constance.
Bartlett.—"I didn't know you were here."
Constance.—"Neither did I—know you were, till I heard you singing."
Bartlett, smiling ironically.—"Oh, you didn't suppose I sang!"