The COUNTESS seated, SUSAN waiting.
Countess.
Shut the door—And so the Page was hid behind the great chair?
Susan. Yes, Madam.
Countess. But how did he happen to be in your room, Susan?
Susan. The poor Boy came to beg I would prevail on you to obtain his pardon of my Lord the Count.
Countess. But why did not he come to me himself? I should not have refused him a favor of that kind.
Susan. Bashfulness, Madam. Ah Susan! said he, she is a Divinity! How noble is her Manner! Her very smiles are awful.
Countess. (Smiling) Is that true, Susan?
Susan. Can you doubt it, Madam?