Dr. Lacey replied, "When I consented to play, I knew what I was about, and I knew, too, that you love me. I cannot say the same to you in return, but you are far from being indifferent to me. When I first knew you I disliked you, for I believed you to be passionate, jealous and designing; nor do I think my opinion of you then was wrong; but you are changed, very much changed. Continue to be what you are now, and we may be happy, for I may learn to love you, but never as fondly, as madly, as I loved your sister; ay, as I could love her again; but enough of this. She was false; she deceived me, and now I will wed you." And what said Julia to all this? Why, she sat bolt upright, listening attentively while Dr. Lacey expressed his former and present opinion of her. When he had finished, she ventured to acknowledge her love for him; said she had always loved him, and that as his wife she would try to make him happy. Perhaps she was sincere in this, for she did love Dr. Lacey as well as her selfish nature would suffer her to love any one, and she had resolved, if she ever married him, to do all in her power to atone, if possible, for the past. A half hour longer they conversed of the future, and arranged the plan, which Julia next day wrote to her sister. At last Dr. Lacey exclaimed, "Come, Julia, you must go now; it is getting late, for see,"—pointing to the little clock; but as if astonished at what it had heard, the clock had stopped! CHAPTER XXI STIRRING EVENTS Great was Mr. Middleton’s surprise when informed by Dr. Lacey of his engagement with Julia. Something in his countenance must have betrayed it, for Dr. Lacey said, "You seem astonished, sir. Are you displeased?" "Certainly not; I am glad," answered Mr. Middleton. "Yet I confess I was surprised, for I had never thought of such a thing. Once I had hoped you would marry Fanny, but since Frank Cameron has rendered that impossible, you cannot do better than take Julia. She is intelligent, accomplished and handsome, and although she has some faults, your influence over her will lead her to correct them." Unlike this was the reception which the intelligence met with from Dr. Lacey’s negroes. "What that ar you sayin’," asked Aunt Dilsey of Rondeau, who was communicating the important news to Leffie. "You’d better ask," replied Rondeau. "Who do you suppose Marster George is goin’ to fetch here to crack our heads for us?" "Dun know—Miss Mabel, maybe," said Aunt Dilsey. "No, sir; Miss Mabel is bad enough, but she can’t hold a candle to this one," answered Rondeau. "You don’t mean Miss July," shrieked rather than asked Aunt Dilsey. "I don’t mean nobody else, mother Dilsey," said Rondeau. Up flew Aunt Dilsey’s hands in amazement, and up rolled her eyes in dismay. "I ’clar for’t," said she, "if Marster George has done made such a fool of hisself, I hope she’ll pull his bar a heap worse than she did Jack’s."