Cora. Come, sisters, we shall be missed.
Idali. And then the High-Priestess will scold.
Amazili. We ought to be dressing for the festival.
Idali. And there is nobody in the temple—the sacred flame will be extinguished.
Diego. You can easily kindle it again with your bright eyes.
Cora. Tell me, Idali, how happened it that the High-Priestess sent you hither?
Idali. We repaired to the temple this morning to take your place, and not finding you there, we went and reported it to the High-Priestess, who immediately sent us to look for you in the garden.
Cora. Did she give you no further orders?
Amazili. Only when we found you, to send you to her.
Juan. And should she ask where you met with Cora, what will you answer?