We then took our leave, and Colonel Berkeley set me down at my own door in perfect safety.
[CHAPTER X]
The next day I dined with Julia, Fanny was of the party. Julia was raving about Sir Henry Mildmay, by whom she professed to be pregnant. The shy Julia gloried in this faux pas.
"What mortal could have resisted such an angel!" exclaimed Julia.
"And Cotton?" added I.
"By your advice," replied Julia, "I have refused to receive him but as a friend."
"Certainly," said I; "I do think it wicked to put ourselves in the way of increasing a large family of children, only to starve them. You are the mother of six already, which is five more than your slender fortune can support."
"I shall have seven thousand a year at the death of my brother, who is in a decline," said Julia, whose eyes were very red as though she had been weeping.