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ROSINE: Marceline is unwell: all the servants are busy and no one can see that I'm writing. I don't know whether walls have eyes - and ears, or whether my Argus-eyed keeper has some wicked fairy who keeps him informed of everything that happens, but I can't utter a word or move hand or foot without his guessing my intentions at once .... Ah, Lindor! [Sealing the letter] I'll seal it now though I don't know when or how I shall be able to get it into his hands. I saw him through the casement bars in conversation with Figaro the barber. He's a good fellow and has often shown his sympathy for me. If I could have a word with him for a moment ...

[Enter FIGARO.]

ROSINE [startled]: Ah, Mr Figaro l I am pleased to see you.

FIGARO: I hope I find you well, Madam?

ROSINE: Not very well, Figaro.