In love, they say, you ought to excuse...

And the want of religious education! His sister...' Rose interrupted her with a sharp shudder.

Might it not be possible that one who had the same blood as the Countess would stoop to a momentary vileness.
How changed was Rose from the haughty damsel of yesterday! 'Do you think my lover could tell a lie ?' 'He--would not love me long if I did!' These phrases arose and rang in Juliana's ears while she pursued the task of comforting the broken spirit that now lay prone on the bed, and now impetuously paced the room.

Rose had come thinking the moment Juliana's name was mentioned, that here was the one to fortify her faith in Evan: one who, because she loved, could not doubt him.

She moaned in a terror of distrust, loathing her cousin: not asking herself why she needed support.