SCENE VII
Teodora and Ernest, she behind not daring to
advance, he turned toward her.
Ernest. You desire to speak to me, madam? Kindly be seated. [Offers her a chair.]
Teodora. [Unveiling.] Forgive me, Ernest.
Ernest. Teodora!
Teodora. I am wrong to come—am I not?
Ernest. [Abruptly and stammering.] I can't say—since I don't know to what I owe this honour. But what am I saying? Alas! Here, in my rooms, madam, reverence attends you, than which you cannot find a greater [with devotion]. But what wrong can you possibly fear here, lady?
Teodora. None—and there was a time—but that once is for ever past. No thought of doubt or fear was then. I might have crossed any room on your arm without blush or fluttering pulse. But now! They tell me that you are starting for America to-morrow—and I—yes—like those who go away—perhaps not to return—it is so sad to lose a friend!—before Julian—before the whole world—thinking only of our affection—I myself, Ernest, would have held out my arms to you—in farewell.
Ernest. [Starts and quickly restrains himself.] Oh, Teodora!