"That's very good, Julia," I then said, "but I know all that; what you ought to tell me is what is going to happen later."
"What is going to happen, what is going to happen ... you want to know all that is going to happen, but it's very difficult...."
"But still? How will the business end? Shall I win?"
"Yes, yes, I see; don't be afraid, I'll help you; you will be pleased...."
"But the enemy of whom you told me; the one who is resisting me and who wishes me ill...."
"No, no, he wishes you no ill, it's because of some one else.... I can't see why.... He hates him.... Oh, he hates him, he hates him! And it is because you like the other one so much that he does not want you to do for him what you wish to do."
What she said was true.
"But tell me," I insisted, "will he go on to the end, will he not yield?"
"Oh, do not fear him.... I see, he is ill; he will not live long."
"You are mistaken, Julia; I saw him two days ago; he is quite well."