'You will do as it pleases you.' Evan was sent rushing from the Countess to Caroline, with whom the Countess was content to leave him.
The young man was daintily managed.

Caroline asked him to stay, as she did not see him often, and (she brought it in at the close) her home was not very happy.

She did not entreat him, but looking resigned, her lovely face conjured up the Major to Evan, and he thought, 'Can I drive her back to her tyrant ?' For so he juggled with himself to have but another day in the sunshine of Rose.
Andrew, too, threw out genial hints about the Brewery.

Old Tom intended to retire, he said, and then they would see what they would see! He silenced every word about Lymport; called him a brewer already, and made absurd jokes, that were serviceable stuff nevertheless to the Countess, who deplored to this one and to that the chance existing that Evan might, by the urgent solicitations of his brother-in-law, give up diplomacy and its honours for a brewery and lucre! Of course Evan knew that he was managed.

The memoirs of a managed man have yet to be written; but if he be sincere he will tell you that he knew it all the time.