JULIA. Oh, see! This poor creature must be provoked if one would draw from her a spark of wit. Well--let it pass this time. Madam, you were bitter. Give me your hand in token of reconciliation.
LEONORA (offering her hand with a significant look). Countess, my anger ne'er shall trouble you.
JULIA (offering her hand). Generous, indeed! Yet may I not be so too? (Maliciously.) Countess, do you not think I must love that person whose image I bear constantly about me?
LEONORA (blushing and confused). What do you say?-- Let me hope the conclusion is too hasty.
JULIA. I think so too. The heart waits not the guidance of the senses--real sentiment needs no breastwork of outward ornament.
LEONORA. Heavens! Where did you learn such a truth?
JULIA. 'Twas in mere compassion that I spoke it; for observe, madam, the reverse is no less certain.--Such is Fiesco's love for you. (Gives her the picture, laughing maliciously.)
LEONORA (with extreme indignation). My picture! Given to you! (Throws herself into a chair, much affected.)--Cruel Fiesco!
JULIA. Have I retaliated? Have I? Now, madam, have you any other sting to wound me with? (Goes to side scene.)-- My carriage!--My object is gained. (To LEONORA, patting her cheek.)--Be comforted, my dear: he gave me the picture in a fit of madness.
[Exeunt JULIA and ARABELLA.
LEONORA, CALCAGNO entering.
CALCAGNO. Did not the Countess Imperiali depart in anger?--You, too, so excited, madam?
LEONORA (violently agitated). No!--This is unheard-of cruelty.
CALCAGNO. Heaven and earth!--Do I behold you in tears?
LEONORA. Thou art a friend of my inhuman--Away leave my sight!
CALCAGNO. Whom do you call inhuman?--You affright me-----