Countess. Here, Susan, here is the Purse and Ring, which my Lord gave thee. He will remember thy sweet delicate Fingers, so long and so small.

Susan. Thank your Lordship—Here Figaro.

(Gives him the Purse.

Figaro. It was devilish hard to get at—

Count. (To Susan) And the Letter you wrote—

Susan. Was dictated by my Lady.

Count. (Smiling good naturedly.) Well, well! I am an Answer in her Debt.

Figaro. Thus every Man shall have his own.

Bounce. And shall we throw the Stocking?