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Gideon, with a great effort of manly candour.

'It was abominable conduct!' said Julia, with energy.



'I know it must have shaken your esteem,' said the barrister.

'But, dearest Miss Hazeltine, I beg of you to hear me out; my



behaviour, strange as it may seem, is not unsusceptible of

explanation; and I positively cannot and will not consent to



continue to try to exist without--without the esteem of one whom

I admire--the moment is ill chosen, I am well aware of that; but



I repeat the expression--one whom I admire.'

A touch of amusement appeared on Miss Hazeltine's face. 'Very



well, I said she, 'come out of this dreadfully cold place, and

let us sit down on deck.' The barrister dolefully followed her.



'Now,' said she, making herself comfortable against the end of

the house, 'go on. I will hear you out.' And then, seeing him



stand before her with so much obvious disrelish to the task, she

was suddenly overcome with laughter. Julia's laugh was a thing to



ravish lovers; she rolled her mirthful descant with the freedom

and the melody of a blackbird's song upon the river, and repeated



by the echoes of the farther bank. It seemed a thing in its own

place and a sound native to the open air. There was only one



creature who heard it without joy, and that was her unfortunate

admirer.



'Miss Hazeltine,' he said, in a voice that tottered with

annoyance, 'I speak as your sincere well-wisher, but this can



only be called levity.'

Julia made great eyes at him.



'I can't withdraw the word,' he said: 'already the freedom with

which I heard you hobnobbing with a boatman gave me exquisite



pain. Then there was a want of reserve about Jimson--'

'But Jimson appears to be yourself,' objected Julia.



'I am far from denying that,' cried the barrister, 'but you did

not know it at the time. What could Jimson be to you? Who was



Jimson? Miss Hazeltine, it cut me to the heart.'

'Really this seems to me to be very silly,' returned Julia, with



severe decision. 'You have behaved in the most extraordinary

manner; you pretend you are able to explain your conduct, and



instead of doing so you begin to attack me.'

'I am well aware of that,' replied Gideon. 'I--I will make a



clean breast of it. When you know all the circumstances you will

be able to excuse me.



And sitting down beside her on the deck, he poured forth his

miserable history.



'O, Mr Forsyth,' she cried, when he had done, 'I am--so--sorry!

wish I hadn't laughed at you--only you know you really were so



exceedingly funny. But I wish I hadn't, and I wouldn't either if

I had only known.' And she gave him her hand.



Gideon kept it in his own. 'You do not think the worse of me for

this?' he asked tenderly.



'Because you have been so silly and got into such dreadful

trouble? you poor boy, no!' cried Julia; and, in the warmth of



the moment, reached him her other hand; 'you may count on me,'

she added.



'Really?' said Gideon.

'Really and really!' replied the girl.



'I do then, and I will,' cried the young man. 'I admit the moment

is not well chosen; but I have no friends--to speak of.'



'No more have I,' said Julia. 'But don't you think it's perhaps

time you gave me back my hands?'



'La ci darem la mano,' said the barrister, 'the merest moment

more! I have so few friends,' he added.



'I thought it was considered such a bad account of a young man to

have no friends,' observed Julia.



'O, but I have crowds of FRIENDS!' cried Gideon. 'That's not what

I mean. I feel the moment is ill chosen; but O, Julia, if you



could only see yourself!'

'Mr Forsyth--'



'Don't call me by that beastly name!' cried the youth. 'Call me

Gideon!'



'O, never that,' from Julia. 'Besides, we have known each other

such a short time.'



'Not at all!' protested Gideon. 'We met at Bournemouth ever so

long ago. I never forgot you since. Say you never forgot me. Say



you never forgot me, and call me Gideon!'

'Isn't this rather--a want of reserve about Jimson?' enquired the



girl.

'O, I know I am an ass,' cried the barrister, 'and I don't care a






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