'But we shall have to leave Ashwood.'
'Very likely, but not in the way you imagine. Remember, Mr. Price is your cousin; you may like him very much. Let's be guided by Mr. Grandly; I have not seen your letter, but apparently he advises us to remain here and receive him.'
'I don't think I can, Julia. I have misgivings.'
'Have you been dreaming again?'
'No; I've not been dreaming, but I have misgivings.'
'You are a silly little goose, Emily. Come and give me a kiss, and promise to take my advice.'
'Dearest Julia, you do love me, don't you? Promise me that we shall not be separated, and then I don't mind.'
'Yes, dear, I promise you that, and you will promise me to try to like your cousin?'
'I'll try, Julia, but I'm awfully frightened, and—I don't think I could like him, no matter what he was like. I feel a sort of hatred in my heart. Don't you know what I mean?' And the girl looked questioningly into her friend's eyes.