He told us it himself.

You must remember it, Louisa ?' The Countess remembered nothing of the sort.

No doubt could exist of its having been the Portuguese Marquis de Col, because he had confided to her the whole affair, and indeed come to her, as his habit was, to ask her what he could possibly do, under the circumstances.

If Mrs.Fiske's friend, who married the Devonshire person, had seen the same thing, the coincidence was yet more extraordinary than the case.

Mrs.Fiske said it assuredly was, and glanced at her aunt, who, as the Countess now rose, declaring she must speak to Evan, chid Mrs.Fiske, and wished her and Peter Smithers at the bottom of the sea.
'No, no, Mama,' said the Countess, laughing, 'that would hardly be proper,' and before Mrs.Fiske could reply, escaped to complain to Evan of the vulgarity of those women.
She was not prepared for the burst of wrath with which Evan met her.
'Louisa,' said he, taking her wrist sternly, 'you have done a thing I can't forgive.