Wife (to the gardener).
What did he say to thee?
Gardener.
Oh, nothing, nothing.
[Sobeide and the camel-driver appear at the
latticed gate.]
Wife.
I'll tell thee something.
[Draws near him.]
Look, look there!
The bride! That is our master's bride!
And see how pale and overwrought.
Gardener.
Pay heed
To thine affairs.
Wife.
Look there, she has no veil,
And see who's with her. Look. Why, that is none
Of master's servants, is it?
Gardener.
I don't know.
[Sobeide puts her arm, through the lattice,
seeking the lock.]