‘Her heart is as closely set upon you as yours is upon your play.’
‘But,’ cried Hubert, ‘I do not love her! Under no circumstances would I marry her. That I swear to you. If she and I were alone on a desert island——’
Julia looked at him one moment doubtingly, inquiringly. Then she said—
‘Hers is no evanescent fancy, but a passion that goes to the very roots of her nature, and will kill her if it be not satisfied.’
‘Or cut out in time.’
‘I must leave.’
‘That will not mend matters.’
‘My departure will, at all events, remove all cause for jealousy; and when I am gone you may learn to love her.’
‘No; that I swear is impossible!’
‘You very likely think so now; but I’m bound to give her every chance of winning you.’
‘I say again that that is impossible! I have never seen a woman except
