Within and Without

thank God.⁠—
To please me, Lilia, go to sleep a while. Julian goes. Lilia

Why does he always wear that curious cap?

Nurse

I don’t know. You must sleep.

Lilia

Yes. I forgot.

Scene XIII

The Steward’s room. Julian and the Steward. Papers on the table, which Julian has just finished examining.

Julian	Thank you much, Joseph; you have done well for me. You sent that note privately to my friend?
Steward	I did, my lord; and have conveyed the money, Putting all things in train for his release, Without appearing in it personally, Or giving any clue to other hands. He sent this message by my messenger: His hearty thanks, and God will bless you for it. He will be secret. For his daughter, she Is safe with you as with himself; and so God bless you both! He will expect to hear From both of you from England.
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 Wagoner. Stephen, in lay dress, coming up to him.

Stephen	Whose castle’s that upon the hill, good fellow?
Wagoner	Its present owner’s of the Uglii; They call him Lorenzino.
Stephen	Whose is that Down in the valley?
Wagoner	That is Count Lamballa’s.
Stephen	What is his Christian name?
Wagoner	Omfredo. No, That was his father’s; his is Julian.
Stephen	Is he at home?
Wagoner	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?
Wagoner	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?
Wagoner	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.
Wagoner	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 shines 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.
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	Shall I go, Lilia?
Lilia	Oh no, no, no, do not.⁠— I shall be better presently.
Julian	You shrink As from a murderer!
Lilia	Oh no, I love you⁠— Will never leave you. Pardon me, my Julian; But blood is terrible.
Julian	Drawing her close to him. My own sweet Lilia, ’Twas justly shed, for your defense and mine, As it had been a tiger that I killed. He had no right to live. Be at peace, darling; His blood lies not on me, but on himself; I do not feel its stain upon my conscience. A tap at the door.
	Enter Nurse.
Nurse	My lord, the steward waits on you below. Julian goes. You have been standing till you’re faint, my lady! Lie down a little. There!⁠—I’ll fetch you something.

Scene XVI

The Steward’s room. Julian. The Steward.

Julian	Well, Joseph, that will do. I shall expect To hear from you soon after my arrival. Is the boat ready?
Steward	Yes, my lord; afloat Where you directed.
Julian	A strange feeling haunts me, As of some danger near. Unlock it, and cast The chain around the post. Muffle the oars.
Steward	I will, directly. Goes.
Julian	How shall I manage it? I have her father’s leave, but have not dared To tell her all; and she must know it first! She fears me half, even now: what will she think To see my shaven head? My heart is free⁠— I know that God absolves mistaken vows. I looked for help in the high search from those Who knew the secret place of the Most High. If I had known, would I have bound myself Brother to men from whose low, marshy minds Never a lark springs to salute the day? The loftiest of them dreamers, and the best Content with goodness growing like moss on stones! It cannot be God’s will I should be such. But there was more: they virtually condemned Me in my quest;