“I shall take you away. Call me your executioner, I deserve it, but come with me.”
“We shall be unhappy.”
“Che!”
“Madonna mia, Madonna mia, why hast thou ordained my ruin?”
“Will you come to-day or to-morrow?”
“Neither to-day nor to-morrow. I am afraid; let me think. You are pitiless; no one has mercy on me.”
“You are an angel, Lucia, you know how to forgive. To-day or to-morrow?”
“Be merciful, give me time.”
“I will wait for you, my love. I will wait, for I know that you will come.”
A pale ray of light stole into the carriage through the blinds. Lucia was like one in a trance.