Renier. No ... she shall tell me.
Yolanda. Mother!... Tell you that
You are her murderer?
Renier. The truth!
Yolanda. The truth!
(Laughs bitterly, and at a loss, as if amazed. Then, almost against her will, led, to the end—)
It is suspicion! is that mad suspicion
That you have had of her.
Renier. It is! It is!
Yolanda. And—all because I have these days delayed
To wed with Camarin.
Renier. Delayed?