Ernest. [Also moving away and looking nervously down.] I told you a little while ago I was half mad. Do not heed me. [Pause. Both remain silent and pensive, at some distance, not looking at each other.]
Teodora. [Starting and glancing anxiously down the stage.] Again!
Ernest. [Following her movement.] Somebody has come.
Teodora. They are trying to get in.
Ernest. [Listening.] There can be no doubt of it. There, Teodora. [Points to the bedroom door.]
Teodora. My honour is my shield.
Ernest. But it is not your husband.
Teodora. Not Julian?
Ernest. [Leading her to the door.] No.
Teodora. I hoped——[Detains him with an air of supplication.] Will you give up this duel?