Lacey long, long remembered, and which Julia, in the bitterness of her
heart, cursed many and many a time. In the early part of the morning Dr.
Lacey wandered down to a small arbor, which stood at the foot of the
garden. He had not been there long before Julia, too, came tripping down
the walk, with her portfolio and drawing pencil. So absorbed was she in
her own thoughts that she of course did not see Dr. Lacey until she had
entered the arbor; then, with a most becoming blush and start, she said,
"Pray pardon me for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here."

Dr. Lacey, of course, insisted upon her staying. She knew he would, and
sitting down, she busied herself in looking over the contents of her
portfolio. Suddenly she heaved a deep sigh, and Dr. Lacey looked up just
in time to see her wipe something from her eyes, or pretend to, which must
have been tears. At the same time she hastily thrust a paper back into her
portfolio, which she immediately shut.

"What is the matter?" asked Dr. Lacey. "For whom was that sigh and those
tears?"

"For poor Fan," answered Julia. "I have accidently found a part of an old
journal, which she kept while Mr. Wilmot was living."

"May I see it?" asked Dr. Lacey.

Julia seemed at first reluctant, but finally replied, "Perhaps it will be
as well to let you do so, for you may then judge more kindly of Fanny";
and she placed in his hands the soiled sheets of paper which we saw in her
room.

Leaning back she watched him while he read. As we have as much right to