DUCHESS. Who can it be? Roger, who is spying on Suzanne, or Suzanne, who is spying on Roger? (_Looking to the right_) Yes, it’s he, my Bartolo—(_Looking to the left_) And my little jealous girl, who thinks Roger is with Lucy, and who would like to see how things are coming on. That’s it. Headache number three: total quite correct! Oh, if Fortune doesn’t make something out of this, she is insufferably stupid! (_Carefully turning down the gas_) We need a little added effect! (_Enter_ SUZANNE.) SUZANNE. (_Hiding_) I knew very well when he had finished walking around the garden he would end here in the conservatory; he couldn’t miss it! (ROGER _enters_.) ROGER. (_As he hides_) She’s here, I saw her come in! I knew very well when she had finished walking around the garden she would end here in the conservatory!—Now I know what to expect! DUCHESS. Hide-and-seek! SUZANNE. (_Listening_) It seems that—his English lady is late! ROGER. (_Listening_) Ahh! Bellac isn’t here yet! DUCHESS. They’ll keep this up forever unless I stop it!—Sst! ROGER. She’s giving him a signal! Oh, if I only dared, I’d take his place, since he hasn’t come. That’s the way to find out how they feel toward one another! DUCHESS. (_Aside_) Come, come!—Sst! ROGER. Well, I might as well learn what I can!—Ssst! DUCHESS. Well! SUZANNE. He thinks I’m Lucy!—Oh, I should like to know what he’d say to her! ROGER. (_In an undertone_) Is it you? SUZANNE. (_Softly_) Yes! (_Aside; resolutely_) I’ll do it! ROGER. She thinks I’m Bellac! DUCHESS. Ahh!—Good! They’re off! (_She disappears behind the plants at the back, left_) ROGER. Did you get my letter? SUZANNE. (_Aside—angrily_) Yes, I got your letter! I got it! And you had no idea that I did, either! (_To_ ROGER; _sweetly_) How else should I have come to meet you? ROGER. (_Aside_) “Meet you”—! This is plain enough!—Oh, the poor child—Now we’ll see!—(_To_ SUZANNE) I was so afraid you wouldn’t come, my dear—— SUZANNE. (_Aside_) “My dear!” Oh! (_To_ ROGER) And yet you saw me leave the drawing-room a moment ago, my dear! ROGER. (_Aside_) They’re on very familiar terms, aren’t they? There’s no denying that! I’ve got to know! (_To_ SUZANNE) Why don’t you come nearer? (_He approaches her_) SUZANNE. (_Aside_) Oh, he’ll notice that I’m smaller than <Lucy. (_She sits down_) This way! ROGER. Would you like me to sit beside you? SUZANNE. Very much! ROGER. (_Aside_) Oh-ho! “Very much!” Strange she does take me for Bellac! My voice is nothing like his—well, let’s see how this will come out. (_He sits beside her and, turning his back_) How good of you to come!—You love me just a little bit dear? SUZANNE. (_Turning her back to him_) Oh, yes! ROGER. (_Aside; as he rises_) She loves him! Oh, the villain, the rascal! SUZANNE. (_Aside_) What’s the matter with him? ROGER. (_Sitting beside her again_) Let me be near you, as I used to be! (_He takes her hand_)