Ernest. Whither are you leading me, rebel heart? What depth have I stirred? I accuse the world of calumny, and would now prove it right.
Teodora. Do you hear? Somebody is coming.
Ernest. [Following her.] It is hardly two o'clock. Can it be——?
Teodora. [With terror.] It is Julian's voice.—He is coming in!
Ernest. No, they have prevented him.
Teodora. [Turns to Ernest, still frightened.] If it were Julian? [Moves towards the bedroom door. Ernest detains her respectfully.]
Ernest. Should it be he, stay here. Loyalty is our shield. Were it one of those who distrust us—then there, Teodora. [Points to the door.] Ah, nobody. [Listening.]
Teodora. How my heart throbs!
Ernest. You need not be afraid. The person who wanted to come in has gone away—or it was an illusion. For God's sake, Teodora——! [Advances up the stage.]
Teodora. I had so much to say to you, Ernest, and the time has passed so quickly.