"Yes."
"You have not seen her?"
"No; I refused, until she cleared herself of this charge."
"Do you know why she came here?"
"No."
"Because the detective we sent out told her that the Marchese wanted to marry you, and she came to stop the marriage."
"Bah!" said Carmela, scornfully, "she knows I don't care for Vassalla."
"True enough," answered Foster, quietly; "but she knows Vassalla cares for you. What will be the consequence? She will try and make Vassalla break off the marriage. If he refuse----"
"Well?" they both cried, in a breath.
"My dear young people," said Foster, in rather an annoyed tone, "don't you see what must happen? Mrs. Verschoyle will lose her head, and they will quarrel, and when thieves fall out, honest men get their due."