Susan. (Returns) The Seal! To what, Madam?
Countess. His Commission.
Susan. So soon!
Countess. I was observing, there has been no time lost.
(Returns the Page his Commission; he sticks it in his girdle.)
Susan. Come—(Makes the Page kneel down, and puts him on the cap) What a pretty little Villain it is! I declare I am jealous: see if he is not handsomer than I am! Turn about—There—What’s here?—The riband!—So, so, so! Now all is out! I’m glad of it—I told my young Gentleman I would let you know his thievish tricks, Madam.
Countess. Fetch me some black patches Susan.
(Exit Susan to her own chamber.
The Countess and the Page remain mute for a considerable time during which the Page looks at the Countess with great passion, though with the bashful side glances natural to his character—The Countess pretends not to observe him, and visibly makes several efforts to overcome her own feelings.)
Countess. And—and—so—you—you are sorry—to leave us?