Lady Jocelyn's mouth shut hard.

The girl's senses then perceived the something that was afloat at the table; she thought with a pang of horror: 'Has Juliana told ?' Juliana smiled on her; but the aspect of Mrs.Shorne, and of Miss Carrington, spoke for their knowledge of that which must henceforth be the perpetual reproof to her headstrong youth.
'At what hour do you leave us ?' said Lady Jocelyn to Evan.
'When I leave the table, my lady.

The fly will call for my sisters at half-past eleven.' 'There is no necessity for you to start in advance ?' 'I am going over to see my mother.' Rose burned to speak to him now.

Oh! why had she delayed! Why had she swerved from her good rule of open, instant explanations?
But Evan's heart was stern to his love.

Not only had she, by not coming, shown her doubt of him,--she had betrayed him! Between the Countess, Melville, Sir John, and the Duke, an animated dialogue was going on, over which Miss Current played like a lively iris.