“Ah!”
“She was struck by an unfortunate man; he was not in his right mind.”
“Struck? My sister struck. What, was there no man by?”
“No. Edward nearly killed him afterwards.”
“God bless him.”
“Alfred, be patient. It was too late.”
“What, is she hurt seriously? Is she disfigured?”
“No, Alfred,” said Julia solemnly; “she is not disfigured; oh far from that.”
“Julia, you alarm me. This comes of shutting her brother up. May Heaven's eternal curse light on those who did it. My poor little sister! How you weep, Julia. My heart is lead.”
“I weep for you, darling, not for her.”