You, with all the pains I have lavished on you! and with your presence!--for you have a presence, so rare among young men in this England! You, who have been to a Court, and interchanged bows with duchesses, and I know not what besides--nay, I do not accuse you; but if you had not been a mere boy, and an English boy-poor Eugenia herself confessed to me that you had a look--a tender cleaving of the underlids--that made her catch her hand to her heart sometimes: it reminded her so acutely of false Belmarafa.

Could you have had a greater compliment than that?
You shall not stop here another day!' 'True,' said Evan, 'for I'm going to London to-night.' 'Not to London,' the Countess returned, with a conquering glance, 'but to Beckley Court-and with me.' 'To London, Louisa, with Mr.Goren.' Again the Countess eyed him largely; but took, as it were, a side-path from her broad thought, saying: 'Yes, fortunes are made in London, if you would they should be rapid.' She meditated.

At that moment Dandy knocked at the door, and called outside: 'Please, master, Mr.Goren says there's a gentleman in the shop-wants to see you.' 'Very well,' replied Evan, moving.

He was swung violently round.
The Countess had clutched him by the arm.

A fearful expression was on her face.
'Whither do you go ?' she said.
'To the shop, Louisa.' Too late to arrest the villanous word, she pulled at him.