Amaury. No other better!
Vittia. Then ... it will cease, my lord—
So as a flail of doubt it should not still
Beat in you—when Yolanda
Is wed with Camarin ... no, do not speak;
The reason for your sake I must withhold.
Amaury. Though as under sirocco I am kept.
[Sits.
Sirocco!... It is unintelligible!
[Rises. A pause.
Yet you speak gently.
Vittia. No; unblushingly!
[He looks surprised.
Unblushingly to one who knows—though by
A chance—my love to him—my lowered love.