Countess. And so that poor Child jumped out of the Window?
Susan. Without the least hesitation—as light and as chearful as a Linnet.
Countess. I wish however I could convict my false Count of his Infidelity.
Susan. The Page will never dare, after this, to make a second attempt.
Countess. Ha!—A lucky project! I will meet him myself; and then nobody will be exposed.
Susan. But suppose, Madam—
Countess. My Success has emboldened me, and I am determined to try—(Sees the Riband left on the chair) What’s here? My Riband! I will keep it as a Memento of the danger to which that poor Youth—“Ah my Lord—Yet let me have a care, let me look to myself, to my own Conduct, lest I should give occasion to say—Ah my Lady!” (The Countess puts the Riband in her Pocket.) You must not mention a Word of this, Susan, to any body.
Susan. Except Figaro.
Countess. No exceptions, he must not be told; he will spoil it, by mixing some plot of his own with it—I have promised thee a Portion thou knowest—these men are liberal in their Pleasures—Perhaps I may double it for thee; it will be Susan’s Right.
Susan. Your Project is a charming one, Madam, and I shall yet have my Figaro.