‘They will go off,’ said, joking, my good man:
‘Well!’ said the countess—she’s a lover’s friend—
‘What if they do? they make the speedier end.’—— 610
But be you more composed, for that dear child
Is with her joy and apprehension wild:
O! we have watch’d you on from day to day,
‘There go the lovers!’ we were wont to say—
But why that look?”—
“Dear madam, I implore
A single moment!”