On the contrary, the Countess joined the conspiracy to exclude him, and would stop a mild laugh if perchance he looked up.

Presently Rose entered.

She said 'Good morning' to one or two, and glided into a seat.
That Evan was under Lady Jocelyn's protection soon became generally apparent, and also that her ladyship was angry: an exhibition so rare with her that it was the more remarked.

Rose could see that she was a culprit in her mother's eyes.

She glanced from Evan to her.