The woman was Madame Duclos.

These flowers had been taken from the child's hat and pinned upon the aunt's; and it was their familiar look which had given him, without any recognition of the reason, his surety as to the latter's identity.
Calmed immensely by this assurance, he turned back to have another word with the proprietor, now busily engaged with his newspaper.
"Will you be obliging enough to see that I'm given an opportunity for a few words with this Phil Jenkins on his return ?" he asked.

"And if you will be so good, respect my confidence till I am sure I have made no mistake in thinking what I have of his passenger." The proprietor nodded, and Mr.Gryce settled himself again inside to watch for the rowboat's return.
What he learned that night from this man Jenkins calmed him still further.

The woman had acknowledged, on leaving him, that she was going to seek work at the factory.

"A little old for the job," the man volunteered, "but spry.