He was sure in his heart now that von Boehlen too would come some time and somehow.
He looked at the terrace.

Julie and Suzanne had appeared there in the last few minutes, and they were gazing at the gallant figure of young von Arnheim who was now so near.

The prince himself, when he saw Julie, sprang from his horse, ran lightly up the steps, and bending low over her hand, kissed it.

Nor did John feel jealousy or hate of him.
He was glad that von Arnheim had come.

He was sure that Julie did not love him and never would, but he was a brave and honest man who would do no wrong.