'My dear sister, I'm sure I'm not ungrateful.'

'No; but headstrong: opinionated. Now these people will endeavour--Oh!
I have seen it in a thousand little things--they wish to shake us off.
Now, if you will but do as I indicate! Put your faith in an older head,
Evan. It is your only chance of society in England. For your brother-
in-law--I ask you, what sort of people will you meet at the Cogglesbys?
Now and then a nobleman, very much out of his element. In short, you
have fed upon a diet which will make you to distinguish, and painfully to
know the difference! Indeed! Yes, you are looking about for Rose. It
depends upon your behaviour now, whether you are to see her at all in
England. Do you forget? You wished once to inform her of your origin.
Think of her words at the breakfast this morning!'

The Countess imagined she had produced an impression. Evan said: 'Yes,
and I should have liked to have told her this morning that I'm myself
nothing more than the son of a--'

'Stop! cried his sister, glancing about in horror. The admiring
lieutenant met her eye. Blandishingly she smiled on him: 'Most beautiful
weather for a welcome to dear England?' and passed with majesty.

'Boy!' she resumed, 'are you mad?'

'I hate being such a hypocrite, madam.'

'Then you do not love her, Evan?'

This may have been dubious logic, but it resulted from a clear sequence