The next minute she was addressing my enemy: 

‘Surely you would not punish him because he loves me?’ and he, though he spoke of insubordination, merited chastisement; and other usher phrases, seemed to melt, and I had what I believe was a primary conception of the power of woman.  She led him to talk in the gentlest way possible of how the rain had refreshed her flowers, and of this and that poor rose.

I could think of nothing but the darling letter, which had flashed out of sight as a rabbit pops into burrows.  Boddy departed with a rose.

‘Ah, Richie,’ she said, ‘I have to pay to have you with me now.’

We walked to the summer-house, where she read Heriot’s letter through.  ‘But he is a boy!  How old is Heriot?  He is not so old as I am!’

These were her words, and she read the letter anew, and read it again after she had placed it in her bosom, I meanwhile pouring out praises of Heriot.

‘You speak of him as if you were in love with him, Richmond,’ she said.

‘And I do love him,’ I answered.

‘Not with me?’ she asked.

‘Yes, I do love you too, if you will not make him angry.’

‘But do you know what it is he wants of me?’

I guessed:  ’Yes; he wants you to let him sit close to you for half an hour.’

She said that he sat very near her in church.

‘Ah,’ said I, ‘but he mustn’t interrupt the sermon.’

She laughed, and mouthed me over with laughing kisses.  ’There’s very little he hasn’t daring enough for!’

We talked of his courage.

‘Is he good as well?’ said Julia, more to herself than to me; but I sang out,

‘Good!  Oh, so kind!’

This appeared to convince her.

‘Very generous to you and every one, is he not?’ she said; and from that moment was all questions concerning his kind treatment of the boys, and as to their looking up to him.

I quitted her, taking her message to Heriot:  ’You may tell him—­tell him that I can’t write.’

Heriot frowned on hearing me repeat it.

‘Humph!’ he went, and was bright in a twinkling:  ’that means she’ll come!’ He smacked his hands together, grew black, and asked, ’Did she give that beast Boddy a rose?’

I had to confess she did; and feeling a twinge of my treason to her, felt hers to Heriot.

‘Humph!’ he went; ‘she shall suffer for that.’

All this was like music going on until the curtain should lift and reveal my father to me.

There was soon a secret to be read in Heriot’s face for one who loved it as I did.  Julia’s betrayed nothing.  I was not taken into their confidence, and luckily not; otherwise I fear I should have served them ill, I was so poor a dissembler and was so hotly plied with interrogations by the suspicious usher.  I felt sure that Heriot and Julia met.  His eyes were on her all through prayer-time, and hers