But Andrew saw that Julia looked disappointed.
"You are not satisfied, my brave girl.

What is the matter ?" "Oh! yes, I am very happy, and very thankful to you; and next to August I love you more than anybody--except my parents." "But something is different to what you wished it.

Doesn't the site suit you?
You can look off on to the river from the rise on which the house will stand, and I do not know how it could be better." "It couldn't be better," said Julia, "but--' "But what?
You must tell me." "I thought maybe you'd let us live at the castle and take the burden of things off you.

I should like to keep your house for you, just to show you how much I love my dear, good uncle." Even an anchorite could not help feeling a pleasure at such a speech from such a young woman, and this shaggy, solitary, misanthropic but tender-hearted man felt a sudden rush of pleasure.

August saw it, and was delighted.