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Hubbard in the dining-room; he paid no attention to her as she opened the door, but continued walking up and down. She scarcely knew how to address him; the common phrases of greeting that rose to her lips seemed misplaced. He either did not see her, or would not notice her. She then walked quite near to him, and holding out her hand, said in a calm tone: "Uncle, I have come to see Julianna."
It has every convenience of the most fashionable houses in the city; plate-glass, and folding-doors, and marble chimneys to the garret. Just such a house as I should like in New York; though, to tell the truth, I would not keep house for the world." "Julianna is so delightfully situated, in her boarding-house, Mrs. Wyllys, that she has nothing to wish for."
Of all those bad moments, none was more bitter than that when the Judge told me that the day would come when Julianna must know the truth. To this day I remember the study as it was then.
I freely admit, as I then was forced to admit, that my lovemaking had been attended with many bizarre and abnormal happenings; yet at the time I sneered at the questions which rose in my own mind and bravely asserted to myself that the chances of winning Julianna were not wholly lost.
"Where was her husband, all this time?" "He was in New York. They had not agreed well for some time, on account of her spending so much money, and flirting with everybody. At last he heard how his wife was behaving, and went to Saratoga. He found everybody who knew her, was talking about Julianna and this Frenchman.
The work of the house must be done thoroughly well, Diantha determined; "and the food's got to be good or the girls wont stay." After much consideration she selected one Julianna, a "person of color," for her kitchen: not the jovial and sloppy personage usually figuring in this character, but a tall, angular, and somewhat cynical woman, a misanthrope in fact, with a small son.
"My God! so had I. I had only one thought," he cried out. "Only one thought! And now Chalmers's wish has been granted. His has gone." He sat down in a wicker rocking-chair and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "I never thought," he said again. "I didn't see it anywhere. I didn't look for it. I found Julianna in the middle of the bed." "Bed!" That was the only word I had.
One of the neighbors, clinking with jet beads till she sounded like a pitcher of ice water coming down the hall, went on the journey to the mountain sanitarium with Mrs. Colfax, as a sort of companion, and when all the fuss of the departure and the slam of the old cab doors and the neighing of the livery-stable hearse horses was over, I was left alone with the baby Julianna and the Judge.
"Theodora Marcella Gabrielle Julianna Victoria Emeline." "Whew! How could they ever remember it all? That's a long handle for a little girl." "They called me Theodora Gabrielle for short." He smiled in spite of himself. "And do you really wish your name was that whole string?" "I did wish so once. That was when I was a little bit of a girl. I am twelve now. In next April I will be thirteen.
The light of sunrise had come. The shouts in the street were far away. "Why, yes," the Judge said. "I did I found " He stopped, he walked over to the infant and swept it into his arms. He took it to the window and held it up to the light as a person looks at a piece of dressgoods. "Why, it must be Julianna," he whispered.
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