And as for his love--did he not look and speak as though he loved her still?
Had he not pressed her hand passionately, and kissed it, and once more called her Julia?
How should it be that he should not love her?
In such a case as his, love might have been turned to hatred or to enmity; but it was not so with him.

He called himself her friend.

How could there be friendship between them without love?
And then she thought how much with her wealth she might do for him.

With all his early studies and his talent, Harry Clavering was not the man, she thought, to make his way in the world by hard work; but with such an income as she could give him, he might shine among the proud ones of his nation.

He should go into Parliament, and do great things.