‘I want you to promise,’ she answered, lowering her voice to a whisper, ‘never to bathe in those pools again.’
‘But why not, queen of my soul; have I not gone there always, and nothing has harmed me, flower of my heart?’
‘No; but perhaps something will. If you will not promise I shall go mad with fright. Promise me.’
‘Why, what is the matter? You look so pale! Tell me why you are so frightened?’
‘Did you not hear the song?’ she asked, trembling.
‘Suppose I did, how could that hurt me? It was the loveliest song I ever heard!’
‘Yes, and after the song will come the apparition; and after that—after that——’
‘I don’t understand. Well—after that?’
‘After that—death.’
Alonzo stared at her. Had she really gone mad? Such talk was very unlike Julia; but before he could collect his senses the girl spoke again: