(He stares at her ardour.)
Did no one say?... My mistress must know this!
The papers, quickly!
Pietro. Slave, you——! By my sins!
(She has seized them, and is gone. He follows amazed. Sunset begins without, crimson and far. Amaury appears from the loggia, reckless, worn. He pauses, looks about him, troubled.)
Amaury. Not here yet.... There is more in this than seems.
(Goes to divan and sits. Vittia enters behind.)
More, Camarin of Paphos, than is clear!
(Starts up.)
And she must tell me! (Sees Vittia.) Lady, you I mean.