I was sure my father was a fountain of gold, and only happened to be travelling.

Besides, Heriot's love for Julia, whom none of us saw now, was an incessant distraction.

She did not appear at prayers.

She sat up in the gallery at church, hardly to be spied.

A letter that Heriot flung over the gardenwall for her was returned to him, open, enclosed by post.
'A letter for Walter Heriot,' exclaimed Mr.Boddy, lifting it high for Heriot to walk and fetch it; and his small eyes blinked when Heriot said aloud on his way, cheerfully, 'A letter from the colonel in India!' Boddy waited a minute, and then said, 'Is your father in good health ?' Heriot's face was scarlet.