The Countess passed on, and met Juliana pacing by herself near the lower gates of the park.

She wished only to see how Juliana behaved.

The girl looked perfectly trustful, as much so as when the Countess was pouring in her ears the tales of Evan's growing but bashful affection for her.
'He will soon be here,' whispered the Countess.

'Has he told you he will come by this entrance ?' 'No,' replied Juliana.
'You do not look well, sweet child.' 'I was thinking that you did not, Countess ?' 'Oh, indeed, yes! With reason, alas! All our visitors have by this time arrived, I presume ?' 'They come all day.' The Countess hastened away from one who, when roused, could be almost as clever as herself, and again stood in meditation near the joyful Harry.
This time she did not signal so discreetly.

Harry could not but see it, and the Conley girls accused him of cruelty to the beautiful dame, which novel idea stung Harry with delight, and he held out to indulge in it a little longer.