Julia again kissed and caressed her, not without some tears.
"I know," she said; "it is like Mr. Rhys, and it is like you; and I don't believe it is like anybody else."
"Shall it be like you, Julia?"
"Yes, Eleanor, yes! I will never forget it. O Eleanor, are you sure you are not going to Rythdale?"
"What makes you ask me?"
"Why everybody thinks so, and everybody says so; and you—you are with
Mr. Carlisle all the time, talking to him."
"I have so many thoughts to put into his head," said Eleanor gravely.
"What are you so busy with him about?"
"Parliament business. It is for the poor of London, Julia. Mr. Carlisle is preparing a bill to bring into the House of Commons, and I know more about the matter than he does; and so he comes to me."
"Don't you think he is glad of his ignorance?" said Julia shrewdly.
Eleanor leaned her head on her hand and looked thoughtfully down.