(Vittia advances inquiringly.)
What is beyond this shame upon Yolanda?
Vittia. My lord——?
Amaury. What! It is moving in me clouded,
Deeper than sight but pressing at my peace.
My father's look! you saw it!
Vittia. Ah!
Amaury. And saw
Fear in my mother!
Vittia. Yes, implanted deep.
Amaury. And did not wonder?
Vittia (sits). When I knew its source?
No need, my lord—though your pang too I marked—
For, trust me, ere to-morrow it will cease—
If you are firm.
Amaury. I? who know nought? In what?