long, lonely hours, the study often to weariness,though never to satiety,--the very fires of longing and of regret, were not necessary to give her mind that temper which was to make it an instrument as strong as it was keen?
The result of this system was not precisely what Mr. Ward
One evening (it was probably after the marriage of his eldest son to Emily Astor
, when he joined perforce in the festivities of the time) he did actually take Julia
to an evening party.
She did not dance, but she was surrounded by eager youths all the evening, and when her father summoned her to go home, she was deep in talk with one of them.
There was no disobeying the summons; as she turned to take her father's arm, Miss Julia
made a little gesture of farewell, fluttering the fingers of her right hand over her shoulder, to cheer the disconsolate swain.
appeared unconscious of this, but a day or two later, on leaving the room where Julia
was sitting, he said: “My daughter,--” and fluttered his fingers over his shoulder in precise mimicry of her gesture.
Another anecdote describes an occasion singularly characteristic of both father and daughter.
was nineteen years old, a woman grown, feeling her womanhood in every vein.
She had never been allowed to choose the persons who should be invited to the house: she had never had a party of her own
. The different strains in her blood were singularly diverse.
All through her life Saxon
kept house together as peaceably as they might, but sometimes the French
blood boiled over.