Poor Edouard!" she said.

"There was some money matter between them about ecarte.

When that wr-retch got to be so bad, he did not like parting with his money--not even when he had lost it! And Julie had been so good always! Julie and Edouard had done everything for the nasty wr-retch." Harry did not at all like this mingling of the name of Julie and Edouard, though it did not for a moment fill his mind with any suspicion as to Lady Ongar.

It made him feel, however, that this woman was dangerous, and that her tongue might be very mischievous if she talked to others as she did to him.

As he looked at her--and being now in her own room she was not dressed with scrupulous care--and as he listened to her, he could not conceive what Lady Ongar had seen in her that she should have made a friend of her.
Her brother, the count, was undoubtedly a gentleman in his manners and way of life, but he did not know by what name to call this woman, who called Lady Ongar Julie.