"I am not at all in the secret of his ambitions," said Sir Wilfrid, lifting his shoulders. "But you and Lady Henry seemed well acquainted with him."
The straw-colored lashes veered her way.
"I had some talk with him in the Park this morning," said Julie Le Breton, reflectively. "He wants me to copy his father's letters for Lady Henry, and to get her to return the originals as soon as possible. He feels nervous when they are out of his hands."
"Hm!" said Sir Wilfrid.
At that moment Lady Henry's door-bell presented itself. The vigor with which Sir Wilfrid rang it may, perhaps, have expressed the liveliness of his unspoken scepticism. He did not for one moment believe that General Warkworth's letters had been the subject of the conversation he had witnessed that morning in the Park, nor that filial veneration had had anything whatever to say to it.
Julie Le Breton gave him her hand.
"Thank you very much," she said, gravely and softly.
Sir Wilfrid at the moment before had not meant to press it at all. But he did press it, aware the while of the most mingled feelings.
"On the contrary, you were very good to allow me this conversation. Command me at any time if I can be useful to you and Lady Henry."
Julie Le Breton smiled upon him and was gone.