Renier. I will return. You put me off, and off.
(By the loggia, with Moro, he goes; the slave slips out. Yolanda enters, sadly her gaze on the floor. She walks slowly, but becoming conscious starts, sees Vittia, and turns to withdraw.)
Vittia. Your pardon—
Yolanda. I can serve you?
Vittia. If you seek
The women, they are gone.
Yolanda. I do not seek them.
Vittia. Nor me?
Yolanda. Nor any.—Yet I would I might
With seeking penetrate the labyrinth
Of your intent.
Vittia. I thank you. And you shall,
To-night—if you have love.
Yolanda. That thread were vain.