'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 wandered over the boys' heads till they rested on him, when they gave a short flutter and dropped, like a bird shot dead.