Renier. I'll send her Camarin.
[Goes, looking steadfastly back.
Yolanda (turning, then, to Berengere).
His mood and mien—that tremor in his throat,
Unfaltering. I fear him.
Berengere. Life is fear.
No step was ever taken in the world
But from a brink of danger, or in flight
From happiness whose air is ever sin.
It sickens me.
Yolanda. Mother!
Berengere. Nothing; a pain
Here in my breast.
[Sits.
Yolanda. And it is all through him
Who as a guest came pledged into this house.
Came with the chivalry and manly show
Of reverence and grace, that he too well
Has learnt in cunning lands and used to lure.
[Camarin appears from garden.
Ah, and he seeks us now! unwhelmed of it!
Ready of step, impassive, cold! And see—