Ernest. The time has flown.
Teodora. I wanted——
Ernest. Teodora, pray forgive me—but is it prudent? If any one came in—and, indeed, I fear some one will.
Teodora. That is why I came—to prevent it.
Ernest. So that——?
Teodora. I know everything, and I am stricken with horror at the thought that blood should be shed on my account. My head is on fire, my heart is bursting. [Strikes her breast.]
Ernest. It is the affront that burns and shames you until my hand has struck at Nebreda's life. He wanted mud! Well, let him have it stained with blood.
Teodora. You would kill him?
Ernest. Certainly. [Represses Teodora's movement of supplication.] You can dispose of me in all else but in this one thing. Do not ask me to feel compassion for a man whose insult I remember.
Teodora. [Prayerfully, with a sob.] For my sake!