in front of the house, and gazing up where Juliet stood on the balcony.
“As I see that you merely mean a pun, I will forgive you,” cried Julia. “I am too tired to do even the balcony scene. Good-night.”
Yet, although she withdrew to her room, Julia was by no means displeased that her cousin, as well as the others, desired her presence. Six months before, Brenda would have been slow to admit that she had any pleasure in Julia’s society. She had permitted herself to be the victim of unreasonable prejudice, which it had taken much effort on Julia’s part to remove. Or perhaps it might be truer to say that, without making a special effort, Julia, by merely showing what she really was, had conquered the prejudice of her impulsive cousin.
