Lilia.
Why do you make me say it so often, Julian?
You make me say I love you, oftener far
Than you say you love me.
Julian.
To love you seems
So much a thing of mere necessity!
I can refrain from loving you no more
Than keep from waking when the sun shines full
Upon my face.
Lilia.
And yet I love to say
How, how I love you, Julian!
[Leans her head on his arm. JULIAN winces a little. She
raises her head and looks at him.]
Did I hurt you?
Would you not have me lean my head on you?
Julian.
Come on this side, my love; 'tis a slight hurt
Not yet quite healed.
Lilia.
Ah, my poor Julian! How—
I am so sorry!—Oh, I do remember!
I saw it all quite plain! It was no dream!
I saw you fighting!—Surely you did not kill him?
Julian
(calmly, but drawing himself up).
I killed him as I would a dog that bit you.
Lilia
(turning pale, and covering her face with her
hands.)
Oh, that was dreadful! there is blood on you!
Julian.
Shall I go, Lilia?