Enrique. Lower! Speak lower!—I beg of you!—If they should hear us!
Zoraya. Oh! If only they would hear!—Let them come! and let them kill me!—It is all the same to me if it happens now!
They hear the night watchman’s halbert striking the pavement stones.
Enrique. (Frightened and pointing to the street) Be quiet!—There is some one there!
The Watchman. (Outside, passing the door and chanting) Ave, Maria!——
Enrique. (In a low voice) It is the watchman.
The Watchman. It is the sixth hour!—I am the watchman!
He passes.
Enrique. He has passed! (He goes to the steps and listens) But here, these windows!—the valets!—(Scrutinizing the right vestibule) And Joana!
Zoraya. Your wife!—It is not she who can hear us!