Figaro. (Aside). Was there ever so faithless a Hussey?
Susan. (Aside). These riches are all for us! (Still keeps chuckling very heartily at what is going forwards.)
Countess. I perceive Torches.
Count. They are preparatory to thy Nuptials. (the Countess pretends to be afraid). Come, come, let us retire for a moment into the Pavilion.
Countess. What! In the dark?
Count. Why not? There are no Spirits.
Figaro. (Aside). Yes, but there are; and evil ones too. (Countess follows the Count). She is going!——Hem! (Figaro hem’s in a great passion).
Count. (Raising his voice majesterially). Who goes there!
Figaro. A man.
Count. (Aside to the Countess). It’s Figaro!