She, living in a society but a few steps above Tailordom, however magnificent in expenditure and resources, abhorred it solemnly.
From motives of prudence, as well as personal disgust, she continued firm in declining to receive her brother.

She would not relent when the Countess pointed out a dim, a dazzling prospect, growing out of Evan's proximity to the heiress of Beckley Court; she was not to be moved when Caroline suggested that the specific for the frail invalid was Evan's presence.

As to this, Juliana was sufficiently open, though, as she conceived, her art was extreme.
'Do you know why I stay to vex and trouble you ?' she asked Caroline.
'Well, then, it is that I may see your brother united to you all: and then I shall go, happy.' The pretext served also to make him the subject of many conversations.
Twice a week a bunch of the best flowers that could be got were sorted and arranged by her, and sent namelessly to brighten Evan's chamber.
'I may do such a thing as this, you know, without incurring blame,' she said.
The sight of a love so humble in its strength and affluence, sent Caroline to Evan on a fruitless errand.

What availed it, that accused of giving lead to his pride in refusing the heiress, Evan should declare that he did not love her?
He did not, Caroline admitted as possible, but he might.

He might learn to love her, and therefore he was wrong in wounding her heart.