"Because you startled me."
"What childish nonsense! Come, it is late, you must go to bed."
"Are you coming, mamma?"
"No, I have a letter to write."
"Well, mamma, I will wait until you have finished it."
"No, I wish you to go to bed."
"But, mamma, if you will let me, as I pass by, I will carry your desk and lamp into your bedroom, you will be able to write there more comfortably."
"No, my dear, I shall write much more comfortably here. Cannot you go to bed without me?"
Julia did not move. She looked at the wax taper, which her mother told her to take, with an expression of dismay, and without lighting it, and seemed from time to time, to listen anxiously in the direction of the door. Her mother could not conceive what was the matter with her.