She can hurt us really, if she pleases.

Oh, my dear Evan! if you had only been a curate! Why isn't your name Parsley?
Then my Grandmama the Countess of Elburne.

Well, we have a Countess on our side, haven't we?
And that reminds me, Evan, if we're to be happy and succeed, you must promise one thing: you will not tell the Countess, your sister.

Don't confide this to her.

Will you promise ?' Evan assured her he was not in the habit of pouring secrets into any bosom, the Countess's as little as another's.
'Very well, then, Evan, it's unpleasant while it lasts, but we shall gain the day.