“What! are you for the honeymoon again?”
“Do not smile so, and speak so irreverently!” she said, with a reproachful earnestness that certainly seemed to me very strange, thinking of her as I did. My evil spirit was silent. He lacked readiness to account for it. But he was not unadroit, and moved me to change the ground.
“But what long writing is this, Julia?”
“Ah! you are curious?”
“Scarcely.”
“TELL me that you are?”
“What! at the expense of truth?”
“No! but to gratify my desire. I hoped you were; but, curious or not, it is for you.”
“Let me see it, then.”
“Not yet; it is not ready.”