_Lilia_.
And yet I love to say
How, how I love you, Julian!

[_Leans her head on his arm_. JULIAN _winces a little. She
raises her head and looks at him_.]

Did I hurt you?
Would you not have me lean my head on you?

_Julian_.
Come on this side, my love; 'tis a slight hurt
Not yet quite healed.

_Lilia_.
Ah, my poor Julian! How--
I am so sorry!--Oh, I _do_ remember!
I saw it all quite plain! It was no dream!
I saw you fighting!--Surely you did not kill him?

_Julian_
(_calmly, but drawing himself up_).
I killed him as I would a dog that bit you.

_Lilia_
(_turning pale, and covering her face with her
hands_.)
Oh, that was dreadful! there is blood on you!

_Julian_.