2. CHAP. II.
“Julia!” I said, interrupting her two weeks
after the conversation narrated in the previous
chapter, “I have something confidential to tell
you.”
“What is it, Eli?” she asked in a low silvery
voice—a kind of German-silvery voice—throwing
her beautiful eyes upon me.
“Well, Julia,” I sighed, “I think—I think, dearest,
that I love you. Now do you love me? Do you?”
“Yes, Eli, I do love you—you know I do,” and then
she got down off the chair and flung her alabaster
arms around my neck.
“I'm very glad, Julia,” I said, “for I l-i-k-e to be
loved.”
“Well, Eli!”
But I never said another word.
