He thought that the singular look recurred.

It charmed him too much for him to speculate on it.
The Countess's opportune ally, the gout, which had reduced the Hon.
Melville Jocelyn's right hand to a state of uselessness, served her with her brother equally: for, having volunteered his services to the invalided diplomatist, it excused his stay at Beckley Court to himself, and was a mask to his intimacy with Rose, besides earning him the thanks of the family.

Harry Jocelyn, released from the wing of the Countess, came straight to him, and in a rough kind of way begged Evan to overlook his rudeness.
'You took us all in at Fallow field, except Drummond,' he said.
'Drummond would have it you were joking.

I see it now.

And you're a confoundedly clever fellow into the bargain, or you wouldn't be quill-driving for Uncle Mel.