She had forgotten the old chair, but now she remembered the very moment
when the servants came to take it away.

Under the window were some fragments of a china bowl which she had broken
when quite a little child. There was a hoop-stick and the hoop which had
been taken down to the blacksmith's to be mended. He had mended it, but she
did not remember ever using it again. And there was an old box of
water-colours, with which she used to colour all the uncoloured drawings in
her picture-books. Emily took the hoop-stick, the old doll, and the broken
box of water-colours, and packed them away carefully. She would be able to
find room for them in the little house in London where she and Julia were
going to live.

A few days after, the post brought letters from Mr. Grandly, one for Emily
and one for Julia. Julia's letter ran as follows:

'Dear Mrs. Bentley,---I write by this post to Miss Watson, advising her
that her cousin, Mr. Price, is most anxious to make her acquaintance, and
asking her to send the dog-cart to-morrow to meet him at the station. I
must take upon myself the responsibility for this step. I have seen Mr.
Price again, and he has confirmed me in my good opinion of him. He seems
most anxious, not only to do everything right, but to make matters as
pleasant and agreeable as possible for his cousin. He has written me a
letter recognising Miss Watson's claim upon him, and constituting himself
her trustee. I have not had yet time to prepare a deed of gift, but there
can be little doubt that Miss Watson's position is now quite secure. So far
so good; but more than ever does the only clear and satisfactory way out of
this miserable business seem to me to be a marriage between Mr. Hubert
Price and Miss Watson. I have already told you that he is a nice, refined
young man, of gentlemanly bearing, good presence, and excellent speech,