And sullenly the rest forsook;
No answer she vouchsaf’d to give,
But darted fury in her look.
All her companions laugh’d aloud,
With ridicule and just disdain,
Except that Julia kindly fear’d
To give her haughty bosom pain.
“My brother” mildly she rejoin’d,
“Your warmth will much offend, I fear;
We should for others faults allow,