’I ‘ll go down to that girl to-night,’ said Raikes, with compressed passion.  And then he hurried Franko along to the bridge, where, behold, the Countess alighted with the gentleman, and walked beside him into the gardens.

‘Follow her,’ said Raikes, in agitation.  ’Do you see her? by yon long-tailed raven’s side?  Follow her, Franko!  See if he kisses her hand-anything! and meet me here in half an hour.  I’ll have evidence!’

Franko did not altogether like the office, but Raikes’ dinners, singular luck, and superiority in the encounter of puns, gave him the upper hand with his friend, and so Franko went.

Turning away from the last glimpse of his Countess, Raikes crossed the bridge, and had not strolled far beneath the bare branches of one of the long green walks, when he perceived a gentleman with two ladies leaning on him.

‘Now, there,’ moralized this youth; ’now, what do you say to that?  Do you call that fair?  He can’t be happy, and it’s not in nature for them to be satisfied.  And yet, if I went up and attempted to please them all by taking one away, the probabilities are that he would knock me down.  Such is life!  We won’t be made comfortable!’

Nevertheless, he passed them with indifference, for it was merely the principle he objected to; and, indeed, he was so wrapped in his own conceptions, that his name had to be called behind him twice before he recognized Evan Harrington, Mrs. Strike, and Miss Bonner.  The arrangement he had previously thought good, was then spontaneously adopted.  Mrs. Strike reposed her fair hand upon his arm, and Juliana, with a timid glance of pleasure, walked ahead in Evan’s charge.  Close neighbourhood between the couples was not kept.  The genius of Mr. Raikes was wasted in manoeuvres to lead his beautiful companion into places where he could be seen with her, and envied.  It was, perhaps, more flattering that she should betray a marked disposition to prefer solitude in his society.  But this idea illumined him only near the moment of parting.  Then he saw it; then he groaned in soul, and besought Evan to have one more promenade, saying, with characteristic cleverness in the masking of his real thoughts:  ‘It gives us an appetite, you know.’

In Evan’s face and Juliana’s there was not much sign that any protraction of their walk together would aid this beneficent process of nature.  He took her hand gently, and when he quitted it, it dropped.

‘The Rose, the Rose of Beckley Court!’ Raikes sang aloud.  ’Why, this is a day of meetings.  Behold John Thomas in the rear-a tower of plush and powder!  Shall I rush-shall I pluck her from the aged stem?’

On the gravel-walk above them Rose passed with her aristocratic grandmother, muffled in furs.  She marched deliberately, looking coldly before her.  Evan’s face was white, and Juliana, whose eyes were fixed on him, shuddered.

‘I’m chilled,’ she murmured to Caroline.  ‘Let us go.’  Caroline eyed Evan with a meaning sadness.