When at last she came again to her senses, she begged Uros never to speak to her of love, as that would be her death.
"Besides," added she, "now that I am better, I shall return to my parents, for I can never go back to that dreadful house of mine. I could never cross its threshold again."
Uros was dismayed. He had been looking forward to his return with such joy, and now that he was back, the woman he worshipped was about to flee from him.
"Do not look so gloomy," said she, trying to cheer him; "remember that——"
Her faltering, weak voice died in her throat; she could not bring herself to finish her phrase.
"What?" asked Uros, below his breath.
"That I'm another man's wife."
"Oh, Milena! don't say such horrible things; it's almost like blasphemy."
"And still it's true; besides——"
Her voice, which had become steady, broke down again.