Countess. Your jealousy, your indifference, my Lord.
Count. “I cannot say for indifference, my Lady, and as for jealousy, you know best whether I have any cause.
Countess. “My Lord!
Count. “In short, my Lady, there are people in the world, who are malicious enough to wish to disturb either your repose or mine. I have received private advice that a certain Thing called a Lover—
Countess. “Lover!
Count. “Ay, or Gallant, or any other title you like best, meant to take advantage of my absence, and introduce himself into the Castle.
Countess. “If there even were any one audacious enough to make such an attempt, he would find himself disappointed of meeting me; for I shall not stir out of my room to-day.
Count. “What, not to the Wedding?
Countess. “I am indisposed.
Count. “Its lucky then that the Doctor is here.”