“You can tell fortunes!” replied the old lady.
“Yes, madam, I am famous for it—shall I tell your daughter hers?”
Donna Agnes looked at our hero, and smiled.
“I perceive that the young lady does not believe me; I must prove my art, by telling her of what has already happened to her. The signora will then give me credit.”
“Certainly, if you do that,” replied Agnes.
“Oblige me, by showing me the palm of your hand.”
Agnes extended her little hand, and Jack felt so very polite, that he was nearly kissing it. However, he restrained himself, and examining the lines:
“That you were educated in Spain—that you arrived here but two months ago—that you were captured and released by the English, your mother has already told me; but to prove to you that I knew all that, I must now be more particular. You were in a ship mounting fourteen guns—was it not so?”
Donna Agnes nodded her head.
“I never told the signor that,” cried Donna Clara. “She was taken by surprise in the night, and there was no fighting. The next morning the English burst open the cabin door; your uncle and your cousin fired their pistols.”