Blanca: (From within, with a feeble cry.) Aye!
V.: That cry——
S.: A cry?—Did you hear a cry?
V.: I thought—perhaps, no—I deceived myself,—continue.
S.: And one night—at night!
V.: I know it, now!—Be still! his name!
S.: He stole her—to dishonor her——
V.: Silence.
S.: To defile her——