She was coming toward him without haste, with a sliding walk, rocking gently her flexible figure.

As she drew near, she threw off her vail with a rapid motion of her hand, and Lucan was enabled to find again upon that youthful face, in those large and slightly clouded eyes, and the pure and stretching arch of the eyebrows, some features of the child he had known.
When Julia's glance met that of Lucan, her pale complexion became suffused with a purple blush.
He bowed very low to her, and with a smile full of affectionate grace: "Welcome!" he said.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia, in a voice whose grave and melodious suavity struck Lucan; "friends, are we not ?" And she held out both her hands to him with charming resolution.
He drew her gently to himself to kiss her; but thinking that he felt a slight resistance in the suddenly stiffening arms of his step-daughter, he contented himself with kissing her wrist just above her glove.

Then affecting to look at her with a polite admiration, which, however, was perfectly sincere: "I really feel," he said, laughingly, "like asking you to whom I have the honor of speaking." "You find me grown ?" she said, showing her dazzling teeth.
"Surprisingly so," said Lucan; "most surprisingly.

I understand Pierre perfectly now." "Poor Pierre!" said Julia; "he is so fond of you.

Don't let us keep him waiting any longer, if you please." They started in the direction of the carriage, in front of which Monsieur de Moras was awaiting them, and while walking side by side: "What a lovely country!" resumed Julia.