JULIA (starting). A secret? (Aside.) What can he mean?
BART. That, on the eve of leaving your family, I should feel far less regret could I but indulge in the hope of ever becoming connected with it by a closer tie.
JULIA (aside, and joyfully). Can it be? Has he forgotten—forgiven? Can he still care for me? (Aloud.) But why this silence—this want of confidence in me?
BART. Frankly, because we feared you would oppose our wishes, our hopes.
JULIA (eagerly). Our hopes? We feared?
BART. Yes! She especially.
JULIA. She? Of whom are you speaking? Her name?
BART. Surely I must have mentioned it? Your sister.
JULIA (starting from her chair). Josephine!
BART. Yes; rejected by her elder sister, I sought and found solace and consolation in her goodness and sympathy.