(Startled.) No other human love!
Menophis
(Slowly.) There is another love, my Nefertiti—a greater; not more enduring, perhaps, but nobler. For it demands the greater sacrifice. And, cold though it seem to your warm, passionate heart—if it should call me——
Nefertiti
(Catching him by the arm.) Greater! Yet would take you from me! But you are mine!
Menophis
Your beauty troubles me; my blood rebels. I cannot look at you and hear the call this sacred night may bring me. I must make a still place for my soul to listen. (Slowly.) Oh, Nefertiti, you must leave me—for a little.
Nefertiti
Not knowing what is in your troubled heart! Not hearing from your own lips if we shall meet again!