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_Julian_.
Well, again.
What money is remaining in your hands?
_Steward_.
Two bags, three hundred each; that's all.
I fear To wake suspicion, if I call in more.
_Julian_.
One thing, and I have done: lest a mischance Befall us, though I do not fear it much-- have been very secret--is that boat I had before I left, in sailing trim?
_Steward_.
I knew it was a favorite with my lord; I've taken care of it. A month ago, With my own hands I painted it all fresh, Fitting new oars and rowlocks. The old sail I'll have replaced immediately; and then 'Twill be as good as new.
_Julian_.
That's excellent.
Well, launch it in the evening. Make it fast To the stone steps behind my garden study.
Stow in the lockers some sea-stores, and put The money in the old desk in the study.
_Steward_.
I will, my lord. It will be safe enough.
SCENE XIV.--_A road near the town_. _A_ Waggoner. STEPHEN, _in lay dress, coming up to him_.
_Stephen_.
Whose castle's that upon the hill, good fellow?
_Waggoner_.
Its present owner's of the Uglii; They call him Lorenzino.
_Stephen_.
Whose is that Down in the valley?
_Waggoner_.
That is Count Lamballa's.
_Stephen_.
What is his Christian name?
_Waggoner_.
Omfredo. No, That was his father's; his is Julian.
_Stephen_.
Is he at home?
_Waggoner_.
No, not for many a day.
His steward, honest man, I know is doubtful Whether he be alive; and yet his land Is better farmed than any in the country.
_Stephen_.
He is not married, then?
_Waggoner_.
No. There's a gossip Amongst the women--but who would heed their talk!-- That love half-crazed, then drove him out of doors, To wander here and there, like a bad ghost, Because a silly wench refused him:--fudge!
_Stephen_.
Most probably. I quite agree with you.
Where do you stop?
_Waggoner_.
At the first inn we come to; You'll see it from the bottom of the hill.
There is a better at the other end, But here the stabling is by far the best.
_Stephen_.
I must push on. Four legs can never go Down-hill so fast as two. Good morning, friend.
_Waggoner_.
Good morning, sir.
_Stephen (aside_) I take the further house.
SCENE XV.--_The Nurse's room_. JULIAN _and_ LILIA _standing near the window_.
_Julian_.
But do you really love me, Lilia?
_Lilia_.
Why do you make me say it so often, Julian?
You make me say _I love you_, oftener far Than you say you love me.
_Julian_.
To love you seems So much a thing of mere necessity!
I can refrain from loving you no more Than keep from waking when the sun s.h.i.+nes full Upon my face.
_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.
