Countess. A friend!
Bar. Yes. The Stranger who saved your son's life this morning proves to be my intimate friend.
Countess. What's his name?
Bar. I don't know.
Countess. Is he of a good family?
Bar. I can't tell.
Countess. Will he come hither?
Bar. Excuse my making a reply.
Countess. Well, the retort is fair—but insufferable.
Bar. You can't object to the Da Capo of your own composition,