They begged Heriot to let them shake his hand.
'Wait till we win our match,' said Heriot.
Julia did not appear at morning prayers.
'Ah,' said Temple, 'it'd make her sick to hear old Massacre praying.' It had nearly made him sick, he added, and I immediately felt that it had nearly made me sick.
We supposed we should not see Julia at the match.

She came, however, and talked to everybody.

I could not contain myself, I wanted so to tell her what had befallen Heriot overnight, while he was batting, and the whole ground cheering his hits.

I on one side of her whispered: 'I say, Julia, my dear, I say, do you know...' And Temple on the other: 'Miss Julia, I wish you'd let me tell you--' We longed to arouse her pity for Heriot at the moment she was admiring him, but she checked us, and as she was surrounded by ladies and gentlemen of the town, and particular friends of hers, we could not speak out.

Heriot brought his bat to the booth for eighty-nine runs.