Presently the Countess passed between Sir Franks and Sir John, and with her hand put up, as if she feared the furious cane, said: 'You will not strike me ?' 'Strike a lady, madam ?' The cane and hat were simultaneously lowered.
'Lady Jocelyn permits me to fetch for you a gentleman of the law.

Or will you accompany me to him ?' In a moment, Captain Evremonde's manners were subdued and civilized, and in perfectly sane speech he thanked the Countess and offered her his arm.

The Countess smilingly waved back Sir John, who motioned to attend on her, and away she went with the Captain, with all the glow of a woman who feels that she is heaping coals of fire on the heads of her enemies.
Was she not admired now?
'Upon my honour,' said Lady Jocelyn, 'they are a remarkable family,' meaning the Harringtons.
What farther she thought she did not say, but she was a woman who looked to natural gifts more than the gifts of accidents; and Evan's chance stood high with her then.

So the battle of the Bull-dogs was fought, and cruelly as the Countess had been assailed and wounded, she gained a victory; yea, though Demogorgon, aided by the vindictive ghost of Sir Abraham, took tangible shape in the ranks opposed to her.

True, Lady Jocelyn, forgetting her own recent intrepidity, condemned her as a liar; but the fruits of the Countess's victory were plentiful.