It had occurred to her that it might do no good to tell the grand lady, her daughter; of Evan's resolution, so she simply said, 'It is discipline for him,' and left her to speak a private word with the youth.
Timidly the Countess inspected the furniture of the apartment, taking chills at the dingy articles she saw, in the midst of her heat.

That she should have sprung from this! The thought was painful; still she could forgive Providence so much.

But should it ever be known she had sprung from this! Alas! she felt she never could pardon such a dire betrayal.
She had come in good spirits, but the mention of Evan's backsliding had troubled her extremely, and though she did not say to herself, What was the benefit resulting from her father's dying, if Evan would be so base-minded?
she thought the thing indefinitely, and was forming the words on her mouth, One Harrington in a shop is equal to all! when Evan appeared alone.
'Why, goodness gracious! where's your moustache ?' cried the Countess.
'Gone the way of hair!' said Evan, coldly stooping to her forehead.
'Such a distinction!' the Countess continued, reproachfully.

'Why, mon Dieu! one could hardly tell you; as you look now, from the very commonest tradesman--if you were not rather handsome and something of a figure.

It's a disguise, Evan--do you know that ?' 'And I 've parted with it--that 's all,' said Evan.