Fred... And he entered the field... and moved slowly, head high, toward the bull... I saw him like a martyr walking to his death, and my heart wept, and I cried: Julian... Julian, come back!... But he did not come back; on the con-trary, I saw the bull turn toward him, tensed and menacing... and I saw my brother slip down from the tree and steal out of the field.

And I ran — not into the field, but away. I ran for help until my breath gave out, and I found myself before our house, crying: Julian... Julian!

My sister rushed out, terror tying her tongue. A sudden idea came to me, and I said: All the Tremlett factories have burned down. Word has come from London that they are bankrupt... and I saw Julian meaning to kill himself, and I do not know what he has done now.

I was speaking the last sentence to the air, for Jill was no longer before me... She was running and running... without coat... without hat... without a word... and I was running behind her, and some people were running around us...

We reached the field... A few men were there, and the bull, still raging, was in its halter with one of them; and there was Julian, his father before him, saying... Don't be afraid, Father, all is well.

He saw us — saw Jill — and hurried to us... She did not speak... Everyone around her was as nothing... and my sister Jill... the shy girl, was in her beloved's arms...

And I heard her whisper in broken words... Julian — kill yourself over money...? We shall live together, poor, poor, but

happy, and thank God for it. And he did not understand... He was holding her close while everyone turned their faces away, and most of them went off. He was looking at me questioningly, and I shouted, laughing aloud: Didn't the fac-

tories burn down? Weren't you going to kill yourself? And he laughed aloud for the first time in months... And Jill cried out — freed now from his arms, having understood everything:

Laur, you wicked thing!

(From the English)