"The world would quietly drop you. Unless you are a person of importance enough to set a new fashion."
"Is there not some unworthy bondage about that?"
"You can't help it, Philip Dillwyn, if there is. We have got to take it as it is; and make the best of it."
"And this new Fate of Tom's—this new Fancy rather,—as I understand, she is quite out of the world?"
"Quite. Lives in a village in New England somewhere, and grows onions."
"For market?" said Philip, with a somewhat startled face.
"No, no!" said Julia, laughing—"how could you think I meant that? No; I don't know anything about the onions; but she has lived among farmers and sailors all her life, and that is all she knows. And it is perfectly ridiculous, but Tom is so smitten with her that all we can do is to get him away. Fancy, Tom!"
"He has got to come back," said Philip, rising. "You had better get somebody to take the girl away."
"Perhaps you will do that?" said Miss Julia, laughing.
"I'll think of it," said Dillwyn as he took leave.