There were her tears, however, which she could not stop.
'Well, then, Juley, look.

I do, upon my honour, yes--there, don't cry any more--I do love you.' Harry held his breath in awful suspense.

Juliana quietly disengaged her waist, and looking at him, said, 'Poor Harry! You need not lie any more to please me.' Such was Harry's astonishment, that he exclaimed, 'It isn't a lie! I say, I do love you.' And for an instant he thought and hoped that he did love her.
'Well, then, Harry, I don't love you,' said Juliana; which revealed to our friend that he had been mistaken in his own emotions.

Nevertheless, his vanity was hurt when he saw she was sincere, and he listened to her, a moody being.

This may account for his excessive wrath at Evan Harrington after Juliana had given him proofs of the truth of what she said.
But the Countess was Harrington's sister! The image of the Countess swam before him.