Vittia. That do not ask, I pray. (Deftly.) Another could
Fitly reply, but I——
Amaury. No other better!
Vittia. Then ... it will cease, my lord—
So as a flail of doubt it should not still
Beat in you—when Yolanda
Is wed with Camarin ... no, do not speak;
The reason for your sake I must withhold.
Amaury. Though as under sirocco I am kept. (Sits.)
Sirocco!
(Rises, a pause.)
Yet you speak gently.
Vittia. No; unblushingly!
(He looks surprised.)
Unblushingly to one who knows—though by
A chance—my love to him.
(Turns away.)