Zoraya. And is all beautiful in this delicious slumber into which you are falling?
Joana. (Sleepily) Yes!—Yes, beautiful!
Zoraya. As this? (She closes Joana’s eyes.)
Joana. Yes!—I see—I—I——
Zoraya. Sleep! I want you to!
Joana falls asleep with her head resting on Zoraya’s shoulder.
Fatoum. (In a low voice) Is she asleep?
Zoraya. It is a sleep like that in which she walks at night.
Fatoum. Joana!—Señorita!—My child!
Joana does not move.