Count. She is right again!—But—(Suspicious) thou wilt go, now, and tell Figaro all.
Susan. To be sure, my Lord. I always tell him all—except what is necessary to conceal.
Count. Ah the Hussey! What a charming little Knave it is! Run, run to thy Mistress; she is waiting, and may suspect us.
Susan. (Hesitating) So your Lordship can’t perceive that I only wanted a pretext to speak to your Lordship.
(The Count unable to conceal his transport, is going to kiss her, but hears somebody coming, and they separate)
Count. (As he turns.) She absolutely bewitches me! I had sworn to think no more of her, but she winds me just as she pleases!
(The Count goes off, and Figaro enters, but the Count hearing Figaro’s Voice, returns and peeps)
Figaro. Well, my Susan, what does he say?
Susan. Hush! Hush! He is just gone—Thou hast gained thy Cause—Run, run, run.
(Exit Susan, running, Figaro following.)