“It is to obtain his release, Julie, my child!” said Mrs Hallam in a tender voice, “the release of our long-suffering martyr. What say you? He calls to us from beyond the seas to come and help him, what must we do?”
Again there was a painful silence in that room, every breath seemed to be held till Julia said, in a low, dreamy voice:
“Mother, we must go.”
As she ended, a faint sigh escaped her lips, and she sank as if insensible upon her mother’s breast.
“Yes,” cried Millicent Hallam, gazing straight before her, “were the world a hundred times as wide.”
Volume Three—Chapter Six.
In Her Service.
No, not even to Julia—his own child—for that part of the letter was a commission for her alone to execute. After all these long years of absence he sent her his orders—he, the dear husband of her first love.