Amazili. No, it is your’s.
Idali. I certainly did not mention him first.
High-Priestess. Him!—who?—who?——Oh you wicked girls, why you have not been among men I hope?—The gods defend us from so horrible a misfortune!
Idali and Amazili. Oh no!—no indeed!
High-Priestess. No?
Idali. They were not men.
Amazili. Only Spaniards.
High-Priestess. Spaniards!—how?—what?—Spaniards!—(She pauses and somewhat recovers herself.) Well, well, if they really were only Spaniards?—And how many might there be?
Amazili. (Growing pleased and communicative) Three. One for Cora, one for Idali, and one for me. Mine, had fine brown hair, and eyes just the same colour.
Idali. Mine had black curling hair, and such a sweet countenance.