Fam. No, I am safe. And there's more work
For me. They'll come back here to search. Nay, go!
Another moment and we both shall die!
Cha. [Kissing her] I'll wait in Quito,—then a husband's kiss!
[Goes. Famette puts up bar, then returns to her hut and sinks at door]
Fam. If I could pray! If I could pray! How far
Seems that old God I knew! A playhouse God
Who never saw the world! [Leaps up]
They're coming back!
[Sits again, abjectly, her shawl over her head. Megario, Coquriez, and peons, enter]
Meg. Where is the woman?
Coq. There she sits,—the witch!
Meg. Stand up! Take off that shawl!
[Famette stands up. A man snatches the shawl from her head]
Meg. Famette! Not you?