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"And then," as Madame Welstoke used to say, folding her hands, "if you call it 'Heredity, it knows its name and wags its tail!" One would have said that the Judge always expected that some creature like that would crawl up behind the girl. I used to imagine, when Julianna came into the room, that he looked over her shoulder or behind her, as if he expected to see it there with its grinning face.
Such was the message Julianna had sent her husband. I read it and, without speaking, I arose and touched Estabrook on his shoulder. "Doctor," said he pathetically. "Come," said I. We went up to her door. It was not locked; it opened. She was there.
I pointed to the baby, sound asleep as a little kitten in the chair. "Have you seen her?" I asked. "What!" he answered. "How did she come there? You brought her down?" "That isn't Julianna," said I. "It's his!" "His baby!" the Judge cried. "That man's baby!" I nodded without speaking, for then, just as if Monty had heard his name spoken, he rolled over onto his elbow and sat up.
There is no child that, sooner or later and more than once, does not come to a time of badness and stubbornness and mischief, and when those times came to Julianna, the Judge would watch her as if he expected to see her turn into a snake like magic in a fairy story.
"Of course there is a person some man or woman. I have often wished to have a look at that person, Estabrook." As you will see, I have had cause to feel as he did on that memorable night memorable because I first sat at table with Julianna with Julianna, whose magnificence was not boldness, whose spirit was not immodesty, and whose gentleness did not rob her of either her beauty or vivacity.
Dodging the policeman who would know me, I have kept my eyes for hours on the dim light that sometimes burns in my wife's room, and when I have seen the shadow of some one passing and repassing behind the drawn shade, I have felt my heart in my throat, and have scarcely been able to restrain myself from calling out into the night air, "Julianna! Julianna!" Finally, I must tell you one thing more.
"Then I must go back quickly," she explained, after a moment. "I do not want father to know yet. I want to prepare the way. I don't want you to speak with him for a week. I will tell him then. Perhaps you think it is strange. But Friday, when he knows, you may come." She had a carriage waiting for her, and I walked with her to its door. "I want to kiss you, Julianna," I whispered.
I can well remember my determination never again to expose my feelings toward any living soul and my constantly repeated assertion to myself that I had been hasty and indiscreet, that I did not in truth any longer love Julianna and had been punished for a breach of that reserve and caution which had been a virtuous characteristic of my ancestors.
"Why, no, Julianna," observed Miss Emmeline, "I don't think our village is at all a rustic place. We have too many advantages of communication with the city for that." "It is true," said Mrs. Hilson, "Longbridge has always been a very aristocratic place. You know, Miss Wyllys," turning to Miss Agnes, "we have our 'West-End, and our 'exclusives."
I heard the Judge move often enough, but I did not know he was on his feet until I looked up at last, and there he was standing in front of me, with his wild eyes staring down at the child. He pointed at the little thing with his long forefinger. "Julianna," said he. "You are mad, sir," I cried. "No," said he. "My wife! It must be done to save her happiness. Yes! To save her life." "To save her?"
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