Zoraya. (In the same vein) The life-line, beautiful at the beginning—stops short—danger of death—struck as with lightning!
Enrique. (Gaily) A soldier’s death—so much the better! Seat yourself; you will be more at ease. (He makes room for her to sit on the stone.)
Zoraya. (Seating herself, continues in the same vein) These wrinkles which cross at the base of the thumb show an inclination very—very amorous!
Enrique. Oh! as to that—Yes!
Zoraya. This deep red line, which connects the thumb with the life-line—a passion! Oh!—that! Like she who possesses you!—It will end only with your life!
Enrique. Then it is to be returned?
Zoraya. I do not know—why should one be troubled about that?
While looking at his hand, Zoraya leans more and more against Enrique, who is intoxicated by the nearness of their persons, by the Arabian perfume on her hair and by the warmth of her hand.
Enrique. (Rising in order to lean over Zoraya’s neck) What flower have you robbed of this perfume?
Zoraya. The golden cassie!