Countess. Basil—
Count. Who sent it me by a Peasant—Indeed, Mr. Basil.—Yes, vile Thrummer, thou shalt pay for all!
Countess. But where is the justice of refusing that pardon to others we stand so much in need of ourselves? If ever I could be brought to forgive, it should only be on condition of passing a general amnesty.
Count. I acknowledge my guilt.
(The Countess stands in the middle of the stage, the Count a little in the back ground, as if expressive of his timidity, but his countenance shews he is confident of obtaining his pardon—Susan stands forwarder than either, and her looks are significantly applicable to the circumstances of both parties.)
Susan. To suspect a man in my Lady’s dressing-room!—
Count. And to be thus severely punished for my suspicion!—
Susan. Not to believe my Lady when she assured you it was her Woman!
Count. Ah!——(with affected confusion) Deign, Madam, once more, to repeat my pardon.
Countess. Have I already pronounced it, Susan?