"The window broke." Eloise echoed, utterly confused as to how Julius was so calm about his near death experience. A lesser woman would've exclaimed see! The window broke! I was right! but Eloise could see how near Julius was to committing her to an asylum. She could hear the pitying tone in his voice, the unasked questions in his tone. He had no such authority, of course, and he'd never betray her by writing to her uncle (besides, then he'd have to answer questions as to how he could be so intimately familiar with her to be bold enough to make such suggestions).
"Julius - you came to my house in a frenzy." Eloise then explained once more. "Your fingernails were still blue, you said you were trapped in the room when the window broke. Are you suggesting that I dreamt it all?" As if his death wasn't her worst nightmare, as if she wouldn't follow the second he left this Earth. "I understand if you have rethought your proposal, as neither of us were thinking beyond ourselves, but you could at least have the decency to acknowledge it." To own breaking her heart again.
"Julius - you came to my house in a frenzy." Eloise then explained once more. "Your fingernails were still blue, you said you were trapped in the room when the window broke. Are you suggesting that I dreamt it all?" As if his death wasn't her worst nightmare, as if she wouldn't follow the second he left this Earth. "I understand if you have rethought your proposal, as neither of us were thinking beyond ourselves, but you could at least have the decency to acknowledge it." To own breaking her heart again.