In the evening, after wine, when he was warm, and had almost forgotten the insult to his family and himself, the Countess snubbed him. It was unwise on her part, but she had the ghastly thought that facts were oozing out, and were already half known. She was therefore sensitive tenfold to appearances; savage if one failed to keep up her lie to her, and was guilty of a shadow of difference of behaviour. The pic-nic over, our General would evacuate Beckley Court, and shake the dust off her shoes, and leave the harvest of what she had sown to Providence. Till then, respect, and the honours of war! So the Countess snubbed him, and he being full of wine, fell into the hands of Juliana, who had witnessed the little scene. 'She has made a fool of others as well as of you,' said Juliana. 'How has she?' he inquired. 'Never mind. Do you want to make her humble and crouch to you?' 'I want to see Harrington,' said Harry. 'He will not return to-night from Fallow field. He has gone there to get Mr. Andrew Cogglesby's brother to do something for him. You won't have such another chance of humbling them both--both! I told you his mother is at an inn here. The Countess has sent Mr. Harrington to Fallow field to be out of the way, and she has told her mother all sorts of falsehoods.' 'How do you know all that?' quoth Harry. 'By Jove, Juley! talk about plotters! No keeping anything from you, ever!' 'Never mind. The mother is here. She must be a vulgar woman. Oh! if you could manage, Harry, to get this woman to come--you could do it so easily! while they are at the pie-nic tomorrow. It would have the best effect on Rose. She would then understand! And the Countess!' 'I could send the old woman a message!' cried Harry, rushing into the scheme, inspired by Juliana's fiery eyes. 'Send her a sort of message to say where we all were.' 'Let her know that her son is here, in some way,' Juley resumed. 'And, egad! what an explosion!' pursued Harry. 'But, suppose--' 'No one shall know, if you leave it to me-if you do just as I tell you, Harry. You won't be treated as you were this evening after that, if you bring down her pride. And, Harry, I hear you want money--I can give you some.' 'You're a perfect trump, Juley!' exclaimed her enthusiastic cousin. 'But, no; I can't take it. I must kiss you, though.' He put a kiss upon her cheek. Once his kisses had left a red waxen stamp; she was callous to these compliments now. 'Will you do what I advise you to-morrow?' she asked. After a slight hesitation, during which the olive-hued visage flitted faintly in the distances of his brain, Harry said: 'It 'll do Rose good, and make Harrington cut. Yes! I declare I will.'