[He stares at her ardour.
Did no one say?... My mistress must know this!
The papers, quickly!
Pietro. Slave, you——! By my sins!
[She has seized them swiftly, and gone. He follows amazed. Then sunset begins without, crimson and far; and Amaury appears from the loggia, reckless and worn. He pauses, looks about him, troubled.
Amaury. Not here yet.... There is more in this than seems.
[Goes to divan and sits. Vittia enters behind.
More, Camarin of Paphos, than is clear!
[Starts up.
And she must tell me! (Sees Vittia.) Lady, you I mean.
[Vittia advances inquiringly.