‘Has the Countess been unkind to you Harry?’

’I haven’t seen her to-day, and don’t want to.  It’s my little dear old Juley I came for.’

‘Dear Harry!’ she thanked him with eyes and hands.  ’Come often, won’t you?’

‘Why, ain’t you coming back to us, Juley?’

‘Not yet.  They are very kind to me here.  How is Rose?’

’Oh, quite jolly.  She and Ferdinand are thick again.  Balls every night.  She dances like the deuce.  They want me to go; but I ain’t the sort of figure for those places, and besides, I shan’t dance till I can lead you out.’

A spur of laughter at Harry’s generous nod brought on Juliana’s cough.  Harry watched her little body shaken and her reddened eyes.  Some real emotion—­perhaps the fear which healthy young people experience at the sight of deadly disease—­made Harry touch her arm with the softness of a child’s touch.

‘Don’t be alarmed, Harry,’ she said.  ’It’s nothing—­only Winter.  I’m determined to get well.’

‘That’s right,’ quoth he, recovering.  ’I know you’ve got pluck, or you wouldn’t have stood that operation.’

‘Let me see:  when was that?’ she asked slyly.

Harry coloured, for it related to a time when he had not behaved prettily to her.

’There, Juley, that ’s all forgotten.  I was a fool-a scoundrel, if you like.  I ‘m sorry for it now.’

‘Do you want money, Harry?’

‘Oh, money!’

‘Have you repaid Mr. Harrington yet?’

’There—­no, I haven’t.  Bother it! that fellow’s name’s always on your tongue.  I’ll tell you what, Juley—­but it’s no use.  He’s a low, vulgar adventurer.’

‘Dear Harry,’ said Juliana, softly; ’don’t bring your aunts with you when you come to see me.’

’Well, then I’ll tell you, Juley.  It’s enough that he’s a beastly tailor.’

‘Quite enough,’ she responded; ’and he is neither a fool nor a scoundrel.’

Harry’s memory for his own speech was not quick.  When Juliana’s calm glance at him called it up, he jumped from his chair, crying:  ’Upon my honour, I’ll tell you what, Juley!  If I had money to pay him to-morrow, I’d insult him on the spot.’

Juliana meditated, and said:  ’Then all your friends must wish you to continue poor.’

This girl had once been on her knees to him.  She had looked up to him with admiring love, and he had given her a crumb or so occasionally, thinking her something of a fool, and more of a pest; but now he could not say a word to her without being baffled in an elderly-sisterly tone exasperating him so far that he positively wished to marry her, and coming to the point, offered himself with downright sincerity, and was rejected.  Harry left in a passion.  Juliana confided the secret to Caroline, who suggested interested motives, which Juliana would not hear of.

‘Ah,’ said the Countess, when Caroline mentioned the case to her, ’of course the poor thing cherishes her first offer.  She would believe a curate to be disinterested!  But mind that Evan has due warning when she is to meet him.  Mind that he is dressed becomingly.’