Countess. Dost think he will not understand thee?
Susan. (Looking archly at the Countess). Very true—(Folding up the Letter)—But here is neither Wax nor Wafer.
Countess. Fasten it with a Pin, and write on the direction, Return the Seal. (Smiling.)
Susan. (Laughs) The Seal!—(Gets up.)—This is not quite so serious as the Commission just now was.
Countess. (Sighs). Ah, Susan.
Susan. I have never a Pin.
Countess. Take this.
(Gives her one which fastened the Page’s riband to her breast; it falls.)
Susan. (Picking up the riband) This is the Page’s riband, Madam.
Countess. Wouldst thou have me let him wear it? It will do for Agnes; I will give it her the first Bouquet she presents me.