“Pardon her Ottavio, and you, Donna Anna, she is a poor deranged lady; leave her to me.”
“Poor lady! You see!”
“Do not believe him!”
Donna Anna and Ottavio seemed puzzled by this meeting. The lady seemed sane, and yet Don Juan was a man of probity, said all the world.
He bade her be still; but she called out more loudly than before, that he was her destroyer; and as she changed color, and struck her foot upon the ground, Ottavio and Anna shook their heads as though deploring her.
Whereon, the poor lady seeing their error, turned from them, and walked away quickly.
The don took advantage of this incident to rid himself of the terrible company of Ottavio and Anna, and so saying that for her dear sake he would follow her, he fled away; not marking the terrified start that Donna Anna gave as he turned from her.
“Dear Anna, how pale thou art! What has happened?”
“I dare not say, and yet I dare not be silent.”