St.Eval said little more to her during the evening; but he watched her.

He saw Lord Alphingham whisperingly address her.

She appeared to become more painfully confused, and St.
Eval could scarcely restrain himself from hurrying from her sight for ever; but he did restrain himself, only to be more tortured.
The Viscount now believed the hour of his vengeance was at hand, when, without the slightest exertion, he might disturb not only St.Eval's peace, but that of Caroline.
If St.Eval had but heard the few words he said to her, jealousy would have been instantly banished, but for that he was not sufficiently near; he could only mark the earnest and insinuating manner which the Viscount knew so well how to assume, and notice her confusion, and the shade of melancholy expressed on her features, which was in fact occasioned by Lord St.Eval's sudden desertion, and her annoyance at the cause.

His quick imagination attributed all to the effect of Lord Alphingham's tender words.

The Viscount was well known, to him, and near the end of the evening approached and remained in conversation by his side, spite of the haughty reserve maintained by the young Earl, which said so plainly, "your presence is unwelcome," that it would speedily have dismissed any one less determined; but Lord Alphingham spoke admiringly and enthusiastically of Caroline.