(Has seen with terror the candlestick's structure.)
The cross!... My dream!... Yolanda!
(Lets it fall.)
Mercy of God, move in me!... Sacrilege!
(Sinks feebly to the divan, and bows, overcome.)
Camarin (appearing after a pause an the loggia).
My Berengere, a moment, and I come!
(Enters, locking the grating behind him, Then he hurries down and leans to lift her face.)
Berengere. No, no! nor ever, ever again, for ever!
(Shrinks.)