[Lays it on table.
O were I dead this sinning would awake me!...
And yet I care not (dully).... No, I will forget.
[Goes firmly from door to door and looks out each. Then lifts, unnoting, the cross-shaped candlestick; and waving it at the loggia, turns holding it before her.
Soon he will come up from the cool, and touch
Away my weakness with mad tenderness.
Soon he will.... Ah!
[Has seen with terror the candlestick's structure.
The cross!... My dream!... Yolanda!
[Lets it fall.
Mercy of God, move in me!... Sacrilege!
[Sinks feebly to the divan, and bows, overcome.
Camarin (appearing after a pause on the loggia).
My Berengere, a moment, and I come!