(Berengere coldly, as if consenting to it, enters.)

She is seeking us; be still.
(Stepping out.) My lady?

Berengere. Yes.
Your lamps; for it is time
Now for your aves and o'erneeded sleep.
But first I'd know if yet Lord Renier——

(Sees their disquiet—starts.)

Why are you pale?

Alessa. I?

Berengere. So—and strange.

Alessa. We have
But put away the distaff and the needle.

(Camarin enters.)

Berengere. The distaff and the needle—it may be.
And yet you do not seem——