“Now hear me.”
“Hu—u—um.”
“I’m Don Alonzo truly—but—but as the truth you’ll have—I come as well from Almaviva—count.”
“Softly, softly, my good sir.”
“The count.”
“Yes—yes—yes—but softly, softly!”
“This morning to my lodging came, and in my hands, by chance, there fell this note, directed by your ward to HIM.”
“Her very hand.”
“You see, good doctor, busied with a lawyer, Basilio could not come, and so sent me, but he knows nothing of this letter, trust me. Well now, for I am mightily desirous, good sir, of your favor, if now I could speak a word to her?”
“Speak, speak with her!”