Walter
Me, Madame? I have no intention of giving you any trouble.
Trim
He doesn't think you're the only one in the world.
Countess I don't know about that! What's all this about your little hunting trip?
Walter Madame, with your indulgence, I really don't have any story to tell you.
Countess You don't owe me any explanation, little rogue! I can tell you better. You must tell me now where you've been for the last eight days. Are you pretending to me that you were with Clifford?—— I'm waiting, faithless one, and I flatter myself that love will draw it from you.
Trim Madame, he prayed for love to lead him, but unfortunately, they lost their way and became separated.
Countess Eh! You should have followed love, ingrate! How could you be in league together, when I wasn't there?
Trim They didn't know their way, Madame. Or me either. Love is blind, I hear tell—and when one takes love for a guide, it's easy to get lost.
Countess All this gallantry is useless. I want him to answer my questions himself.
Walter It suits you, Madame, to reproach me—after all you have done to embroil me with my father. If my absence bothered you, you should have had an explanation with me—I would have explained everything. But, after the service you have just done me, I will tell you plainly, you will learn nothing.