What drama could these mysterious movements have been leading to?
In vain did Count Bunker exercise his unique powers of conversation.
In vain did he discourse on the beauties of nature as displayed in the wooded valley and the towering hills, and the beauties of art as exhibited in the aviary and the new fir forest.

Eva's thoughts were too much engrossed with the beauties of woman, and their dreadful consequences if improperly used.
"Is--is Miss Maddison still in the house ?" she inquired, with an effort to put the question carelessly.
"I believe so," said the Count in his kindest voice.
"And--and--that isn't Lord Tulliwuddle with my father, is it ?" "I believe not," said the Count, still more sympathetically.
She could no longer withhold a sigh, and the Count tactfully turned the conversation to the symbolical eagle arrived that morning from Mr.
Maddison's native State.
They had passed from the aviary to the flower garden, when at last they saw the Baron and Eleanor appear.

She joined the rest of the party, while he, walking thoughtfully in search of his friend, advanced in their direction.

He raised his eyes, and then, to complete Eva's concern, he started in evident embarrassment at discovering her there also.

To do him justice, he quickly recovered his usual politeness.