CHAPTER IX.
LOVERS PARTED.
Walter, little dreaming the blow his own love had received, made Percy write Julia an apology, and an invitation to visit his new house if he was forgiven.

Julia said she could not forgive him, and would not go.
Walter said, "Put on your bonnet, and take a little drive with me." "Oh, with pleasure," said Julia, slyly.
So then Walter drove her to the new house, without a word of remonstrance on her part, and Fitzroy met her radiant, and Walter slipped away round a corner, and when he came back the quarrel had dissolved.

He had brought a hamper with all the necessaries of life--table-cloth, napkins, knives, forks, spoons, cold pie, salad, and champagne.

They lunched beside the brook on the lawn.

The lovers drank his health, and Julia appointed him solemnly to the post of "peace-maker," "for," said she, "you have shown great talent that way, and I foresee we shall want one, for we shall be always quarrelling; sha'n't we, Percy ?" "N--o; n--never again." "Then you mustn't be jealous." "I'm not.