She is not Julia, of course, but she has Julia's twin soul.

A perfect stranger, an acquaintance of two days! The daughter of a minister, a minister of the world!" What was he thinking of?
Who were they?
He did not even know her name.

She was not a well girl, that he could see.

The roses in her cheeks were not altogether natural and her face was pale; but those red lips, and that smile when turned to him! Well, the voyage was half over.

Another four or five days and they would be in Liverpool, where they would go their different ways forever.