Susan. But they are opposite.
Countess. True—At what hour?
Susan. I don’t know.
Countess. That must be fixed—Sit down, take the pen and write—
(Susan sits down, the Countess dictates)
A NEW SONG,
To the Tune of,
The Twilight past, the Bell had toll’d.
Susan. (Writes). New song—Tune of—Bell had toll’d—What next, Madam?