It implied that the man stooped, and that the woman surrendered something no real wife could yield.
Julie, whose blood was the blood of the great republican marshal, would never submit to such a wrong.
John presently saw someone standing on the steps of the terrace, and as he turned with the horse, he beheld a wild and jealous face.

It was young Kratzek, and he was watching Auersperg and Julie.

He was only a lad, this Austrian noble, but John's heart felt a touch of sympathy.

A common love made them akin and he knew that Kratzek's love like his own was the love of youth, high and pure.

He felt neither hate nor jealousy of the Austrian.
His eyes went back to Julie and Auersperg.