And in a whisper, 'You look superb.' I must charge it to Caroline's beauty under the ducal radiance, that a stream of sweet feelings entering into the Countess made her forget to tell her sister that George Uplift was by.

Caroline had not been abroad, and her skin was not olive-hued; she was a beauty, and a majestic figure, little altered since the day when the wooden marine marched her out of Lymport.
The Countess stepped from the carriage to go and cherish Juliana's petulant distress; for that unhealthy little body was stamping with impatience to have the story told to her, to burst into fits of pathos; and while Seymour and Harry assisted Evan to descend, trying to laugh off the pain he endured, Caroline stood by, soothing him with words and tender looks.
Lady Jocelyn passed him, and took his hand, saying, 'Not killed this time!' 'At your ladyship's service to-morrow,' he replied, and his hand was kindly squeezed.
'My darling Evan, you will not ride again ?' Caroline cried, kissing him on the steps; and the Duke watched the operation, and the Countess observed the Duke.
That Providence should select her sweetest moments to deal her wounds, was cruel; but the Countess just then distinctly heard Mr.George Uplift ask Miss Carrington.
'Is that lady a Harrington ?' 'You perceive a likeness ?' was the answer.
Mr.George went 'Whew!--tit-tit-tit!' with the profound expression of a very slow mind.
The scene was quickly over.

There was barely an hour for the ladies to dress for dinner.

Leaving Evan in the doctor's hand, and telling Caroline to dress in her room, the Countess met Rose, and gratified her vindictiveness, while she furthered her projects, by saying: 'Not till my brother is quite convalescent will it be adviseable that you should visit him.

I am compelled to think of him entirely now.