Berengere. A change has come to you—a difference
Drawn as a veil between us.
Yolanda. I am weary.
Berengere. You love me?
Yolanda. As, O mother, I love him,
With love impregnable to every ill,
As Paradise is.
Berengere. Then—
Yolanda. I pray, no more.
To-night I am flooded with a deeper tide
Than yet has flowed into my life—and through it
Sounds premonition: so I must have calm.
[She embraces Berengere; goes slowly up steps and off.
Berengere (chilled). What fear—if it is fear—has so unfixed her?
Is it suspicion? Then I must not meet
Him here to-night—or if to-night, no more.
Her premonition!—and my dream that I
Should with a cross bring her deep bitterness.
[Thinks a moment, then takes the crucifix from her neck.
Had Renier but come, perhaps I might ...