Countess. At least I will make one of the Number.
(Susan drops her fan, the Count hears the voice of the Countess, looks round, and suddenly conceives the whole Trick they have been playing him. All the Company burst into a laugh: the Count’s shame, confusion, &c.)
Guzman. (Laughing stupidly) Ha! ha! ha! ha! ’Tis the Countess!
Count. (With great humility.) And—is it you my Lady?
Countess. (Inclines her body in token of Affirmation.)
Count. (Returning her bow with great confusion.) Ah!—Yes!—Yes! A generous pardon—tho’ unmerited.——
Countess. Were you in my place, you would exclaim, No! No! No! But I grant it without a single Stipulation.
Susan. And I.
Figaro. And I.—There are Echoes here.
Count. (Surprised) I perceive—I perceive——I have been rightly served.