“Tell her your news, my dear,” said Mrs. Dodd quietly. She was one of those who take human nature as it is, and make the best of it.
“Julia dear,” said Jane, “your fears are extravagant; indeed: Alfred is alive, we know.”
Julia trembled, but said nothing.
“He has written to-day.”
“Ah! To you?”
“No, to papa.”
“I don't believe it. Why to him?”
“But I saw the letter, dear; I had it my hand.”
“Did you read it?” asked Julia, trembling now like an aspen, and fluttering like a bird.
“No, but I read the address, and the date inside, and I saw the handwriting; and I was offered the letter, but papa told me it was full of abuse of him, so I declined* to read it; however, I will get it for you.”