Countess. But, my Lord!—He’ll murder him! (Aside.)
Count. Now we shall know—Do you still persist in forcing me to break open this door?—I am determined to see who’s within.
Countess. Let me beg, my Lord, you’ll have a moment’s patience!—Hear me only and you shall satisfy your utmost curiosity!—Let me intreat you to be assured, that, however appearances may condemn me, no injury was intended to your honour.
Count. Then there is a man?
Countess. No—none of whom you can reasonably entertain the least suspicion.
Count. How?
Countess. A jest!—A meer innocent, harmless frolic, for our evening’s diversion! Nothing more, upon my Honor!—On my soul!
Count. But who—who is it?
Countess. A Child!