(Renier draws a dagger and leaves the grating. With a low cry Yolanda staggers down: the Two rise, fearful.)
Berengere. Yolanda!
Yolanda. Mother, mother!... Ah, his eyes!
Berengere. What brings you here—to spy upon me?
Yolanda. Listen!...
Think not of me—no, hush—but of the peril
Arisen up.... Your husband!
Camarin. Renier?
Yolanda. Was at that grating—heard. And from its sheath,
A dagger—! Ah, he will come.
Berengere (weakly). What does she say?
Yolanda. Find calmness now, and some expedient.
(She struggles to think.)