But the third and fourth time of reading began to afford more pleasure, and at the thirteenth perusal she pronounced it charming. There was evidently much to be understood; vacuums that the fancy could easily fill; and, before Julia had left the summer-house, the letter was extended, in her imagination, to the promised six sheets. She walked slowly through the shrubbery towards the house, musing on the contents of her letter, or rather what it might be supposed to contain, and unconsciously repeating to herself in a low tone--"Young, handsome, rich, and sensible--just as we used to paint in our conversation. Oh, how delightful!""Delightful indeed, to possess all those fine qualities; and who is the happy individual that is so blessed?" asked Charles Weston, who had been lingering in the walks with an umbrella to shield her on her return from an approaching shower.
"Oh!" said Julia, starting, "I did not know you were near me. I have been reading Anna's sweet letter,"pressing the paper to her bosom as she spoke.
"Doubtless you must be done by this time, Julia, and," pointing to the clouds, "you had better hasten to the house. I knew you would be terrified at the lightning all alone by yourself in that summer-house, so I came to protect you."
"You are very good, Charles, but does it lighten?"said Julia in terror, and hastening her retreat to the dwelling.
"Your letter must have interested you deeply not to have noticed the thunder--you, who are so timid and fearful of the flashes.""Foolishly fearful, you would say, if you were not afraid of hurting my feelings, I know," said Julia.
"It is a natural dread, and therefore not to be laughed at," answered Charles mildly.
"Then there is natural fear, but no natural love, Mr.
Charles; now you are finely caught," cried Julia exultingly.
"Well, be it so. With me fear is very natural, and Ican almost persuade myself love also."
"I hope you are not a coward, Charles Weston. Acowardly man is very despicable. I could never love a cowardly man," said Julia, laughing.
"I don't know whether I am what you call a coward,"said Charles gravely; "but when in danger I am always afraid."The words were hardly uttered before a flash of lightning, followed instantly by a tremendously heavy clap of thunder, nearly stupified them both.
The suddenness of the shock had, for a moment, paralyzed the energy of the youth, while Julia was nearly insensible. Soon recovering himself, however, Charles drew her after him into the house, in time to escape a torrent of rain. The storm was soon over, and their natural fear and surprise were a source of mirth for Julia. Women are seldom ashamed of their fears, for their fright is thought to be feminine end attractive; but men are less easy under the imputation of terror, as it is thought to indicate an absence of manly qualities.
"Oh! you will never make a hero, Charles," cried Julia, laughing heartily. "It is well you chose the law instead of the army as a profession.""I don't know," said the youth, a little nettled," Ithink I could muster courage to face a bullet.""But remember, that you shut your eyes, and bent nearly double at the flash--now you owned all this yourself.""At least he was candid, and acknowledged his infirmities," said Miss Emmerson, who had been listening.
"I think most men would have done as I did, at so heavy and so sudden a clap of thunder, and so very near too," said Charles, striving to conceal the uneasiness he felt.
"When apprehension for Julia must have increased your terror," said the aunt kindly.
"Why, no--I rather believe I thought only of myself at the moment," returned Charles; "but then, Julia, you must do me the justice to say, that instantly Ithought of the danger of your taking cold and drew you into the house.""Oh! you ran from another clap," said Julia, laughing till her dark eyes flashed with pleasure, and shaking her head until her glossy hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders; "you will never make a hero, Charles.""Do you know any one who would have behaved better, Miss Warren?" said the young man angrily.
"Yes--why--I don't know. Yes, I have heard of one, I think," answered Julia, slightly colouring; "but, dear Charles, excuse my laughter," she continued, holding out her hand; "if you are not a hero, you are very, very, good."But Charles Weston, at the moment, would rather be thought a hero than very, very, good; he, therefore, rose, and affecting a smile, endeavoured to say something trifling as he retired.
"You have mortified Charles," said Miss Emmerson, so soon as he was out of hearing.
"I am sure I hope not," said Julia, with a good deal of anxiety; "he is the last person I would wish to offend, he is so very kind.""No young man of twenty is pleased with being thought no hero," returned the aunt.
"And yet all are not so," said Julia, "I hardly know what you mean by a hero; if you mean such men as Washington, Greene, or Warren, all are surely not so. These were heroes in deeds, but others may be equally brave."{Greene = Nathanael Greene (1742-1786), Revolutionary General; Warren = Joseph Warren (1741-1775), Revolutionary war hero, killed at the Battle of Bunker Hill}
"I mean by a hero, a man whose character is unstained by any low or degenerate vices, or even feelings," said Julia, with a little more than her ordinary enthusiasm; "whose courage is as natural as it is daring; who is above fear, except of doing wrong; whose person is an index of his mind, and whose mind is filled with images of glory; that's what I call a hero, aunt.""Then he must be handsome as well as valiant,"said Miss Emmerson, with a smile that was hardly perceptible.
"Why that is--is--not absolutely material," replied Julia, blushing; "but one would wish to have him handsome too.""Oh! by all means; it would render his virtues more striking. But I think you intimated that you knew such a being," returned Miss Emmerson, fixing her mild eyes on Julia in a manner that denoted great interest.
