I d--despise j--jealousy.

I'm above it." "Oh, indeed," said Julia, dryly.
"Come, don't begin again, you two," said Walter, "or--no champagne." "Now what a horrid threat!" said Julia.

"I'll be good, for one." In short they had a merry time, and Walter drove Julia home.

Both were in high spirits.
In the hall Walter found a short note from Mary Bartley: "DEAR, DEAR WALTER,--I write with a bleeding heart to tell you that papa has only just discovered our attachment, and I am grieved to say he disapproves of it, and has forbidden me to encourage your love, that is dearer to me than all the world.

It is very hard.