[Enters, locking the grating behind him. Then he hurries down and leans to lift her face.
Berengere. No, no! nor ever, ever again, for ever!
[Shrinks.
Go from me and behind leave no farewell....
Camarin. This is—illusion. In the dew I've waited,
And the night's song of you is in my brain—
A song that seems——
Berengere. Withhold from words. At last
Fate is begun! See, with the cross it was
I waved you hither. Leave me—let me pass
Out of this sin—and to repentance—after.
Camarin. I cannot, cannot!
Berengere. Pity, then, my fear.
This moment were it known would end with murder,
Or did it not, dishonour still would kill!
Leave, leave.
Camarin. To-morrow, then; but not to-night!
[He goes behind and puts his arms around her.