Fanny obeyed and retired to her room, where she found Julia sitting up and waiting for her.  As soon as Fanny appeared she began, “Fan, you are a real good girl.  I was pleased to hear you talk.  Nobody but you could have done anything with the old heathen.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Fanny.

“Why,” said Julia, “I had my head out of the window, listening all the time, and overheard what you said.  Once I trembled for fear father would take it into his head not to let me go any way; but you fixed it all right, and I thank you for it.”  As Fanny made no answer, Julia continued, “I heard, too, all about Frank Cameron.  Now, Fan, I know he admires you, and I really hope you’ll not be silly enough to discourage him.  I shall expect you to write that you have become Mrs. Cameron.”

“Will you please, Julia, say no more on that subject,” said Fanny.  “I do not suppose Frank Cameron has any particular regard for me; if he has it will do no good.”

Thus the conversation ended for that night.  The next day Mr. William Middleton was informed that Julia would spend the summer in New Orleans, but that Fanny preferred going North.  He was rather disappointed.  His preference, if any he had, was for Fanny.  She was so quiet, so gentle, he could not help loving her; but Julia puzzled him.  There was a certain bold assurance in her manner which he disliked.  Besides, he could not help fearing there was some good reason why her father censured her so much.  “I will watch her closely,” thought he, “and if possible, discover her faults and help her correct them.”

It would seem that Julia suspected her uncle’s intentions, for she intended to be very correct and amiable in her deportment, whenever he was present.  Thought she, “I will thus retain his good opinion; and by so doing I shall more easily win Dr. Lacey’s regard.”

In the course of a few days Fanny and Julia returned to school; the one, elated with the prospect of going to New Orleans, and the other, quietly anticipating a pleasant but rather sad journey to New York.  Two weeks after their return to Frankfort their uncle called upon them on his way South.  He again repeated his invitation that Stanton and Ashton would spend a part of the summer with him.  Ashton consented, but Stanton still pleaded his important business North, and his excuse was considered a sufficient one.

Mrs. Carrington, who had become rather weary of Raymond’s attentions and was longing for a change of place and scene, now tried by every possible maneuver to induce Mr. Middleton to invite her also.  Julia readily understood her; and as she feared Mrs. Carrington’s presence would frustrate her plans, she resolutely determined that she should not be invited.  Consequently, when that lady talked to Mr. Middleton of New Orleans, and the desire she had of again visiting that city, Julia would adroitly change the conversation to some other subject; and once when Mr. Middleton had actually opened his mouth and commenced giving the desired invitation, Julia, as if suddenly recollecting herself, started up, saying, “Excuse me, uncle, but I have a painting in my room which I wish you to see.  Pray, come with me now, for I cannot bring it down, and as it is getting dark, there is no time to be lost.”