The face was
long, with a look of instinctive kindness upon it. She was given to
staring, and as she looked at Emily, her blue eyes filled with an
expression which told of a nature at once affectionate and intelligent. She
was dressed in yellow linen, and wore a gold bracelet on a well-turned arm.
The room was a long, old-fashioned drawing-room. It had three windows, and
all three were filled with views of the park, now growing pale in the
evening air. The flower-gardens were drawn symmetrically about the house
and were set with blue flower-vases in which there were red geraniums. It
was a very large room, nearly forty feet long, with old portraits on the
walls--ugly things and ill done; and where there were no portraits the
walls were decorated with vine leaves and mountains. The parqueted floor
was partially covered with skins, and the furniture seemed to have known
many a generation; some of it was heavy and cumbersome, some of it was
modern. There was a grand piano, and above it two full-length portraits--a
lady in a blue dress and a man in black velvet knee-breeches. At the end of
a long silence, Emily suddenly threw herself weeping into Julia's arms.
'Oh, you are my only friend; you will not leave me now.
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