Thenawaveofwarmthcameoverhimashethoughthownearhenowstoodtothebright-eyedvivaciousgirlwiththebroadforeheadandpileofdarkhairaboveit；thegirlwiththekindlingglance，daringlysoftattimes-somethinglikethatofthegirlshehadseeninengravingsfrompaintingsoftheSpanishschool。Shewashere-actuallyinthisClose-inoneofthehousesconfrontingthisverywestfa&；cced；ade。
Hewentdownthebroadgravelpathtowardsthebuilding。Itwasanancientedificeofthefifteenthcentury，onceapalace，nowatraining-school，withmullionedandtransomedwindows，andacourtyardinfrontshutinfromtheroadbyawall。Judeopenedthegateandwentuptothedoorthroughwhich，oninquiringforhiscousin，hewasgingerlyadmittedtoawaiting-room，andinafewminutesshecame。
Thoughshehadbeenheresuchashortwhile，shewasnotashehadseenherlast。Allherboundingmannerwasgone；hercurvesofmotionhadbecomesubduedlines。Thescreensandsubtletiesofconventionhadlikewisedisappeared。Yetneitherwasshequitethewomanwhohadwrittentheletterthatsummonedhim。Thathadplainlybeendashedoffinanimpulsewhichsecondthoughtshadsomewhatregretted；thoughtsthatwerepossiblyofhisrecentself-disgrace。Judewasquiteovercomewithemotion。
`Youdon’t-thinkmeademoralizedwretch-forcomingtoyouasIwas-andgoingsoshamefully，Sue？’
`Oh，Ihavetriednotto！Yousaidenoughtoletmeknowwhathadcausedit。IhopeIshallneverhaveanydoubtofyourworthiness，mypoorJude！AndIamgladyouhavecome！’