(Page remains hid behind the great chair.)
Count. So, charming Susan, have I found thee at last? But thou seemest frightened my little Beauty.
Susan. Consider, my Lord, if any body should come and catch you here—
Count. That would be rather mal-a-propos; but there’s no great danger.
(The Count offers to kiss Susan.)
Susan. Fie, my Lord!
(The Count seats himself in the great chair, and endeavours to pull Susan on his knee, who resists.)
Count. Thou knowest, my charming Susan, the King has done me the honour to appoint me Ambassador to the court of Paris. I shall take Figaro with me, and give him a very—excellent post; and as it is the duty of a Wife to follow her Husband, we shall then have every opportunity we could wish.
Susan. I really don’t understand you, my Lord. I thought your affection for my Lady, whom you took so much pains to steal from her old Guardian, Dr. Bartholo, and for love of whom you generously abolished a certain vile privilege.—
Count. For which all the young girls are very sorry; are they not?