Count--Very well, Madame, I must see her.--Come here, Susanna.
Countess--She cannot. Pray wait! She's but half dressed. She's trying on things that I've given her for her wedding.
Count--Dressed or not, I wish to see her at once.
Countess--I can't prevent your doing so anywhere else, but here--
Count--You may say what you choose--I will see her.
Countess--I thoroughly believe you'd like to see her in that state! but--
Count--Very well, Madame. If Susanna can't come out, at least she can talk. [Turning toward the dressing-room.] Susanna, are you there? Answer, I command you.
Countess [peremptorily]--Don't answer, Susanna! I forbid you! Sir, how can you be such a petty tyrant? Fine suspicions, indeed!
[Susanna slips by and hides behind the Countess's bed without being noticed either by her or by the Count.]
Count--They are all the easier to dispel. I can see that it would be useless to ask you for the key, but it's easy enough to break in the door. Here, somebody!