Then took place
two short contemporaneous dialogues:
_Julia_. "I'd never marry a jealous man."
_Percy_. "I never could be jealous. I'm above it. Impossible for a nature
like mine to be jealous."
_Colonel Clifford._ "Well, why don't you cut him out?"
_Walter_. "They seem so happy without it."
_Colonel Clifford._ "You are a muff. I'll do it for you. Forward!"
Colonel Clifford then marched down and seated himself in the chair Hope
had made for him.
Julia saw him, and whispered Percy: "Ah! here's Uncle Clifford. He is
going to marry me to Walter. Never mind--you are not jealous."
Percy turned yellow.
"Well," said Colonel Clifford to all whom it might concern, "this
certainly is the most comfortable chair in England. These fools of
upholsterers never make the bottom of the chair long enough, but Mr.
Hope has made this to run under a gentleman's knees and support him. He's
a clever fellow. Julia, my dear, there's a garden chair for you; come and
sit down by me."
Julia gave a sly look at Percy, and went to Colonel Clifford.
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