Cath. Then let me fetch a cloak to keep thee warm,
For chilly blows the breeze.
Or.Do as thou wilt.
[Exit Cath.
Enter an Outlaw, stealing softly behind her.
Out. (in a low voice.) Lady!—the Lady Orra!
Or. (starting.)Heaven protect me!
Sounds it beneath my feet, in earth or air?
(He comes forward.)
Welcome is aught that wears a human face.
Did'st thou not hear a sound?
Out.What sound, an't please you?
Or. A voice which call'd me now: it spoke, methought.
In a low, hollow tone, suppress'd and low,
Unlike a human voice.
Out. It was my own.
Or. What would'st thou have?
Out.Here is a letter, Lady.
Or. Who sent thee hither?
Out.It will tell thee all. (Gives a letter.)
I must be gone, your chieftain is at hand.
[Exit.
Or. Comes it from Falkenstein? It is his seal.
I may not read it here. I'll to my chamber.
[Exit hastily, not perceiving Rudigere, who enters by the opposite side, before she has time to get off.
