"No. He prayed for me that night before we went to bed more earnestly than I had ever heard him before. I remember, he asked God to protect me from harm, and said that he was old, so old that he was of no use, and well stricken in years. It was not the first time I had heard him say this, but that night I remember well, for it made me cry!"
"When was the next time you saw Mr. Leicester?"
Julia grew pale as she replied to this question, and her voice became so faint that she could scarcely be heard.
"I saw him the next morning!"
"At what hour?"
"I do not know exactly; but we had just done breakfast when he came into the basement where we lived, and attempted to speak with my grandfather!"
"Did your grandfather know him? Did he call Mr. Leicester by name?"
"He did not call him by name; but I think they must have known each other!"
"Why do you think so?"