Count.
Was it so indeed? was it so? was it so?
[Leans forward to take wreath, and touches Lady Giovanna’s hand, which she withdraws hastily; he places wreath on corner of chair.
Lady Giovanna (with dignity).
I did not say, my lord, that it was so;
I said you might imagine it was so.
Enter Filippo with bowl of salad, which he places on table.
Filippo.
Here’s a fine salad for my lady, for tho’ we have been a soldier, and ridden by his lordship’s side, and seen the red of the battle-field, yet are we now drill-sergeant to his lordship’s lettuces, and profess to be great in green things and in garden-stuff.
Lady Giovanna.