Camarin. Suspicion and the peril-feet of shame
I must keep from her still.
Yolanda. Though driven o'er
My heart they trample the lone flower of hope.
[Shaking off his hand, then, unnaturally wrought up.
And even now perhaps Amaury hears
And turns away in horror!
Camarin. What? Come, come.
Enough is here without——
Yolanda (as before). I'll go to him!
Despite of them! in to his side and say
That I am innocent—as the first dawn
And dew of Eden!... Yes!
Camarin. A frenzy! Mere
Folly! you wander!
Yolanda (suddenly). That was anguish? whose?
[Is hauntedly listening.