Susan. Fear nothing—He is not there—He has jumped out of the window.
Countess. And broke his neck! (Her terror returns.)
Susan. Hush! (Susan claps herself bolt upright against her Lady, to hide her new disorder from the Count.) Hem! Hem!
Re-enter COUNT, (greatly abashed)
Count. Nobody there!—I have been to blame—(approaching the Countess.) Madam!—
(With great submission as if going to beg her pardon, but the confusion still visible in her countenance calls up the recollection of all that had just passed, and he bursts out into an exclamation.)
Upon my soul, Madam, you are a most excellent Actress!
Susan. And am not I too, my Lord?
Count. You see my Confusion, Madam—be generous.
Susan. As you have been.