(She falls back; he laughs in derision.)
I to believe her pure as my own mother!
Vittia. Had you but trusted me, Amaury.
Amaury. You?
(Looks long at her.)
Henceforth I will.
Vittia. And wholly?
Amaury (significantly). She ... shall do it.
(Starts into the castle.)
Yolanda (dauntedly). Amaury! what is this?