Smarda. He.
And you are sought below, I heard it said:
Some officer of Famagouste—-and men.
[Amaury turns dazed and goes.
Vittia (through a surge of thoughts that have darkened her face).
This is again fortune! ... fortune!
Smarda. Lady?
Vittia. Is! though an instant since it seemed disaster.
Smarda. And how?
Vittia. Yolanda, does not know? nothing?
Smarda. Nothing. She was returning from the rocks,
Where nest the windy gulls,
[Gloatingly.