'
Hearing some one at her door, Julia put the letter away. It was Emily.
'I've just received a letter from Mr. Grandly, saying that that man is
coming here to-day, and that we are to send the dog-cart for him.'
'Is not that the very best thing that----'
'We cannot remain here, we must leave a note for him, or something of that
kind. I wouldn't remain here to meet him for worlds. I really couldn't,
Julia.'
'And why not, Emily?'
'To meet the man who is coming to turn me out of Ashwood!'
'How do you know that he is coming to turn you out of Ashwood? You imagine
these things.... Do you suppose that Mr. Grandly would send him down here
if he did not know what his intentions were?'
'But we shall have to leave Ashwood.'
'Very likely, but not in the way you imagine. Remember, Mr. Price is your
cousin; you may like him very much. Let's be guided by Mr. Grandly; I have
not seen your letter, but apparently he advises us to remain here and
receive him.'
'I don't think I can, Julia. I have misgivings.'
'Have you been dreaming again?'
'No; I've not been dreaming, but I have misgivings.'
'You are a silly little goose, Emily. Come and give me a kiss, and promise
to take my advice.
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