Why had not Headland written though? probably he had been prevented by his professional duties.
Attended by the old coachman who generally accompanied her with one of the carriage horses, she reached Downside. May hurried out to meet her. Julia could scarcely restrain her agitation, or keep back her tears, as May, with an inquiring glance, led her into the drawing-room where Miss Mary and Miss Jane were seated.
“What has happened?” asked May, in an agitated voice, taking Julia’s hand, who sank into a chair.
“I will speak to cousin Jane first,” said Julia, as she rose. Unable longer to restrain her feelings, she threw her arms round May’s neck, and burst into tears.
“What has happened?” exclaimed May, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Oh tell me, has Harry been wounded? is he in danger?”
Julia’s sobs prevented her from replying. Miss Jane believing the worst, led May to the sofa as if she considered that Julia’s information most concerned her.
“We must all live prepared to say ‘thy will be done,’” said Miss Jane, seating herself by May’s side, and taking her in her arms.
The colour forsook May’s cheek, and she gazed at her with a glance that showed she was unable to comprehend what was said.
“Where is Harry? is he ill?” she gasped out.
Julia feeling that it would be best at once to speak, told May the contents of Sir Ralph’s letter.