She often visited Julia, and twice, when Julia was not at meeting, he went home with the ingenuous Betsey, who always pretended to have something to tell him "about Jule," and who yet, for the pure love of mischief-making, tried to make him think as poorly as possible of Julia's sincerity, and who, from pure love of flirtation, puckered her red lips, and flashed at him with her sensuous eyes, and sighed and blushed, or rather flushed, while she sympathized with him in a way that might have been perilous if he had been an American instead of a constant-hearted "Dutchman," wholly absorbed with the image of Julia.

But, so far as carrying messages was concerned, Betsey was certainly a non-conductor.

She professed never to be able to run the blockade with any communication of his.

She said to herself that she wasn't going to help Jule Anderson to keep _all_ the beaus.

She meant to capture one or the other of them if she could.