“Whither art thou gone, fair spirit? In what cave
Of the rock shall I find thee?”
It became dark, the usual hour for tea at Lodore-house approached. The
drawing-room was lit for the purpose, the tea equipage placed, and,
finally, the steaming urn brought in. Still there was no person in the
room.
At length Frances entered. She looked round with some surprise. She
approached the table, and touched lightly, with her taper finger, the
side of the tea-pot. Finding it cold, she wondered that Julia had not
made tea. She rang the bell, and desired that Lady Julia might be called.
Alice was sent to Julia’s room. Julia was not there, but three notes
were found, conspicuously placed, on her dressing table, one directed
to her father, one to her grandmother, and one to her sister. They were
all couched in gentle and affectionate terms. The attachment which had
induced her to the present step, she said, had long subsisted. She had
only waited to be of age. They should hear from her shortly, she added,
when she should give them an address, by which she should get their
letters, without their knowing where to find her; for that she meant to
remain in concealment, till they had all pronounced her free pardon, were
it for years!
This discovery produced the greatest consternation. What was to be
done?—As a first step, Lord L. was sent for.