"You have a good letter?" she asked.
"Very good," Julia said; "but we must get on with the cooking; I will
answer it by and by."
Julia put it in her pocket after another glance, purring to herself in
English, "It is so well done, too," she said; "never a word of to-day,
only of yesterday--yesterday!" and she laughed softly.
There is no doubt about it, if Julia had got to receive a death
sentence she would have liked it to be well given; it is quite
possible, had she lived at the time, she would have been one of those
who objected to the indignity of riding in the tumbrils quite as much
as to the guillotine at the end of the ride.
She finished the preparations for dinner, got her pots and pans all
nicely simmering and her oven at the right heat; then, giving some
necessary directions, she left the servant to watch the cooking and
went up to her own room. There she at once proceeded to answer the
letter--
"DEAR MR. RAWSON-CLEW, (she wrote),
"I am as glad as anything that you have done it; I never for
a moment thought of it myself, though I ought, for it is
just like you; thank you ever so much.
"Please don't bother about me, I am all right and have
arranged capitally."
Here she turned over his letter to see how he had signed
himself and, seeing, signed in imitation--
"Yours very sincerely,
"JULIA POLKINGTON.
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