Cold is she, stony pale,
And sinking!... Go away from her, go, go!
Renier. No ... she shall tell me.
Yolanda. Mother!... Tell you that
You are her murderer?
Renier. The truth!
Yolanda. The truth!
[Laughs bitterly, and at a loss, as if amazed. Then, almost against her will—
It is suspicion! is that mad suspicion
That you have had of her.
Renier. It is! It is!
Yolanda. And—all because I have these days delayed
To wed with Camarin.
Renier. Delayed?