Mrs.Fiske let her know that Evan was in the house.
'Where ?' inquired the Countess.

'I have news of the utmost importance for him.

I must see him.' 'Where is he, aunt ?' said Mrs.Fiske.

'In the shop, I think; I wonder he did not see you passing, Louisa.' The Countess went bolt down into a chair.
'Go to him, Jane,' said Mrs.Mel.

'Tell him Louisa is here, and don't return.' Mrs.Fiske departed, and the Countess smiled.
'Thank you, Mama! you know I never could bear that odious, vulgar little woman.