Duchess. Who can it be? Roger, who is spying on Suzanne, or Suzanne, who is spying on Roger? (Looking to the right) Yes, it’s he, my Bartolo—(Looking to the left) And my little jealous girl, who thinks Roger is with Lucy, and who would like to see how things are coming on. That’s it. Headache number three: total quite correct! Oh, if Fortune doesn’t make something out of this, she is insufferably stupid! (Carefully turning down the gas) We need a little added effect!
(Enter Suzanne.)
Suzanne. (Hiding) I knew very well when he had finished walking around the garden he would end here in the conservatory; he couldn’t miss it!
(Roger enters.)
Roger. (As he hides) She’s here, I saw her come in! I knew very well when she had finished walking around the garden she would end here in the conservatory!—Now I know what to expect!
Duchess. Hide-and-seek!
Suzanne. (Listening) It seems that—his English lady is late!
Roger. (Listening) Ahh! Bellac isn’t here yet!
Duchess. They’ll keep this up forever unless I stop it!—Sst!
Roger. She’s giving him a signal! Oh, if I only dared, I’d take his place, since he hasn’t come. That’s the way to find out how they feel toward one another!