his plaything, and wants it back!--I wonder whereabouts
I am.


SCENE XII.--_The Nurse's room_. LILIA _sitting up in bed_. JULIAN
_seated by her; an open note in his hand_.

_Lilia_.
Tear it up, Julian.

_Julian_.
No; I'll treasure it
As the remembrance of a by-gone grief:
I love it well, because it is _not_ yours.

_Lilia_.
Where have you been these long, long years away?
You look much older. You have suffered, Julian!

_Julian_.
Since that day, Lilia, I have seen much, thought much,
Suffered a little. When you are quite yourself,
I'll tell you all you want to know about me.

_Lilia_.
Do tell me something now. I feel quite strong;
It will not hurt me.

_Julian_.
Wait a day or two.