Lena moaned.
He proceeded: “So as he cannot act for himself, my mother begged me to come to an understanding.”
“I told him to judge,” said Lena faintly, but turning Julius so as to walk back along the parade instead of to her abode.
“Was not that making him his own executioner?” said Julius.
“A promise is binding,” she added.
“Yet, is it quite fair?” said Julius, sure now which way her heart went, and thinking she was really longing to be absolved from a superstitious feeling; “is it fair to expect another person to be bound by a vow of which you have not told him?”
“I never thought he could,” sighed she.
“And you know he was entrapped!” said Julius, roused to defend his brother.
“And by whom?” she said in accents of deep pain.
“I should have thought it just—both by your poor sister and by him—to undo the wrong then wrought,” said Julius, “unless, indeed, you have some further cause for distrusting him?”