Enrique. (Stopping at the foot of the stairway on seeing Zoraya veiled) Who are you, woman, and why do you not leave with the others? (Zoraya is silent.) Do you not hear me?—Who are you?
Zoraya. (Raising her veil) I am the sorrow and you are the traitor!
Enrique. (Recoiling) Zoraya!
Zoraya. You have forgotten, have you not, to invite me to this feast?
Enrique. (Looking about uneasily) You! here—in this house!
Zoraya. In your wife’s home, yes.
Enrique. To tell her——
Zoraya. (Sorrowfully) Ah! you wretch! Your only thought is for her. My despair does not move you so much as the fear that she will not accept the lover of a Saracen!
Enrique. (Uneasily) Lower! Speak lower! I beg of you!
Zoraya. (Without listening) You are not so innocent as you were on the steps of the church——