Count. Hush!—(Makes signs to Susan to take his part.) My dear Rosina——
Countess. No, no, my Lord! I am no longer that Rosina whom you formerly loved with such affection!—I am now nothing but the poor Countess of Almaviva! A neglected Wife, and not a beloved Mistress.
Count. Nay, do not make my humiliation too severe—(His suspicions again in part revive.) But wherefore, my Lady, have you been thus mysterious on this occasion?
Countess. That I might not betray that headlong thoughtless Figaro.
Count. What! He wrote the anonymous billet then?
Countess. It was without my knowledge, my Lord.
Count. But you were afterwards informed of it?
Countess. Certainly.
Count. Who did he give it to?