"What!" she exclaimed, "'Junius Keswick, five Q street, Washington, District of Columbia!' Is it possible that Mr Croft has been writing to him, all this time ?" She now walked on; and although she still seemed to notice not the material objects around her, the frown disappeared from her brow, and her mental vision seemed to be fixed upon something more pleasant than that which had occupied it before.

As it will be remembered, she had refused positively to have anything to do with Lawrence's suit to Miss March, and it was a relief to her to know that the letter she was carrying was not for that lady.
"But why," thought she, "should he be writing, for two whole evenings, to Junius.

I expected that he would write to her, to find out why she went off and left him in that way, but I did not suppose he would want to write to Junius.

It seems to me they had time enough, that night they were together, to talk over everything they had to say." And then she began to wonder what they had to say, and, gradually, the conviction grew upon her that Mr Croft was a very, very honorable man.
Of course it was wrong that he should have come here to try to win a lady who, if one looked at it in the proper light, really belonged to another.

But it now came into her mind that Mr Croft must, by degrees, have seen this, for himself, and that it was the subject of his long conference with Junius, and also, most probably, of this letter.
The conference certainly ended amicably, and, in that case, it was scarcely possible that Junius had given up his claim.