Zaguir. (In the same voice) I have something important to tell you while the mistress is still here.
Aisha. Something serious?
Zaguir. Yes.
Aisha. Then come in and speak quickly. (Zaguir goes toward her) What is it?
Zaguir. Here!—last night at sunset, I saw sitting and conversing near the path which leads down toward the bridge of San Martino, perhaps a hundred paces or more from this house, two men who were not mere passers-by, or residents of this neighborhood. When the sun rose this morning they were still there, lying behind some fig trees, as if they had passed the night in watching.
Aisha. (Disturbed) The same!—you are positive?
Zaguir. Positive!—They are still there. You can see them. (They cautiously go to the terrace at right) Stop! they are standing at present.
Aisha. There are three of them!
Zaguir. Yes!—the one with the grizzled beard was not there. He has just arrived.
Aisha. Be careful in returning. (She returns to the center of the scene.)