"Slade spoke of a fainting fit."
"Yes—the result of over-exertion, I suppose—and there are internal injuries. They have not dared to move her from the sofa where she was first carried. Captain Woodthorpe's doctor was obliged to leave, and Pennant said he would remain till morning."
"You did not see Julia?"
"For three minutes I did. It was her wish that I should pray. Talking was not allowed."
"And she did not say anything? Poor Julia! How did she look?"
"Very ill, and very calm. Yes, she whispered a few words. She said, 'My love to Hermione. Tell her—all is peace.'"
Mr. Fitzalan's eyes were moist. Hermione only said, "I am glad. But I should not have expected—"
"Expected what?"
"That Julia—I have never fancied that Julia had much real religion."
"Our fancies about one and another are very apt to be mistaken."