Cha. Not now,
Nor ever. I am here by pledge, to meet—
A friend.
[Masio enters lower right]
Señ. Is this—the man?
Cha. No, but I know him.
He's seeking me, I think.
Señ. I'll leave you then.
Cha. [Seizing her hands] Nothing to Hernda!
Señ. Nothing. You and she
For what may come. [Goes in]
Cha. You, Masio? From Famette?
Mas. No, from the camp.
Cha. The camp! But she is there?