I am pleased to think
Ten monkish months have not ta'en all my strength.
[Looking out of the window on the landing.]
For once, thank darkness! 'Twas sent for us, not him.
[He goes down the stair]
SCENE VIII.—A room in the castle. JULIAN and the Nurse.
Julian.
Ask me no questions now, my dear old nurse.
You have put your charge to bed?
Nurse.
Yes, my dear lord.
Julian.
And has she spoken yet?
Nurse.
After you left,
Her eyelids half unclosed; she murmured once:
Where am I, mother?—then she looked at me,
And her eyes wandered over all my face,
Till half in comfort, half in weariness,
They closed again. Bless her, dear soul! she is
As feeble as a child.
Julian.
Under your care
She'll soon be well again. Let no one know
She is in the house:—blood has been shed for her.