Uros promised to do his best and obey.
"I'd have liked to see you married and settled in life," and Bellacic cast a questioning glance at his son.
Uros looked down and twisted the ends of his short and crisp moustache.
"It is true you are very young still; it is we—your mother and I —who are getting old."
Uros continued to walk in silence by his father's side.
"If Ivanka is in love with your friend, and Giulianic is willing to give her to him, I am not the man to make any objections. The only thing I'd like to know is whether it is solely for Milenko's sake that you acted as you did."
Uros tried to speak, but the words he would utter stuck in his throat.
"Then it is as I thought," added Bellacic, seeing his son's confusion; "you love some one else."
Uros looked up at his father for all reply.
"Answer me," said Bellacic, tenderly.