Count. Well, if she can’t come out, she can answer at least. (Calls) Susan!—Answer me, Susan.
Countess. I say, do not answer, Susan! I forbid you to speak a word!—We shall see who she’ll obey.
Count. But if you are so innocent, Madam, what is the reason of that emotion and perplexity so very evident in your countenance?
Countess. (Affecting to laugh) Emotion and perplexity! Ha! ha! ha! Ridiculous!
Count. Well, Madam, be it as ridiculous as it may, I am determined to be satisfied, and I think present appearances give me a sufficient plea. (Goes to the side of the Scenes and calls) Hollo! Who waits there?
Countess. Do, do, my Lord! Expose your jealousy to your very servants! Make yourself and me the jest of the whole world.
Count. Why do you oblige me to it?—However, Madam, since you will not suffer that door to be opened, will you please to accompany me while I procure an instrument to force it?
Countess. To be sure, my Lord! To be sure! If you please.
Count. And, in order that you may be fully justified, I will make this other door fast (Goes to Susan’s chamber door, locks it, and takes the key.) As to the Susan of the dressing-room, she must have the complaisance to wait my return.