"As for Milena," replied Milenko, "she is much better; here is a letter from my mother, written after yours, in which she says that she is quite out of danger."
Comforted with the idea that the woman he loved was better, Uros could not help smiling, then almost laughing.
Milenko looked at him, astonished.
"After all, this is your fault," said Uros.
"Mine?"
"Of course; you would insist in allowing old Giulianic to believe you were myself; now there is only one thing left for you."
"What?"
"To act your part out."
"I don't quite understand."
"Go to Nona, and marry Ivanka at once; when married, Giulianic will have to give you his blessing."