Horace, nevertheless, made no movement to enter the room.

He had his own jealous distrust of what Julian might be tempted to say at a private interview with his aunt; and he waited a little longer on the chance that his doubts might be verified.
"Neither you nor Miss Roseberry need any protection from the poor deluded creature," Julian went on.

"I have gained great influence over her--and I have satisfied her that it is useless to present herself here again." "I beg your pardon," interposed Horace, speaking from the conservatory door.

"You have done nothing of the sort." (He had heard enough to satisfy him that the talk was not taking the direction which his Suspicions had anticipated.

And, as an additional incentive to show himself, a happy chance had now offered him the opportunity of putting Julian in the wrong.) "Good heavens, Horace!" exclaimed Lady Janet.