'
'Dearest Julia, you do love me, don't you? Promise me that we shall not be
separated, and then I don't mind.'
'Yes, dear, I promise you that, and you will promise me to try to like your
cousin?'
'I'll try, Julia, but I'm awfully frightened, and--I don't think I could
like him, no matter what he was like. I feel a sort of hatred in my heart.
Don't you know what I mean?' And the girl looked questioningly into her
friend's eyes.
IX
'I am Miss Watson,' she said in her low musical voice, 'and this is my
friend, Mrs. Bentley.' Hubert bowed, and sought for words. He found none,
and the irritating silence was broken again by Miss Watson. 'Won't you sit
down?' she said.
'Thank you.' He pulled off his gloves. The pained, troubled look which he
had met in Miss Watson's face seemed a reproach, and he regretted not
having followed his own idea, and invited the young lady to meet him at Mr.
Grandly's office. He glanced nervously from one lady to the other.
'I hope you have had a pleasant journey, Mr. Price,' said Mrs. Bentley.
'The country is looking very beautiful just at present. Do you know this
part of the country?' Mrs. Bentley's words were very welcome, and Hubert
replied eagerly--
'No; I do not know the country at all well.
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