“Holy Virgin!” cried Agnes, with surprise.
“The English officer was a young man, not very good-looking.”
“There you are wrong, signor; he was very handsome.”
“There is no accounting for taste, signora; you were frightened out of your wits, and with your cousin you crouched down in the corner of the cabin. Let me examine that little line closer—you had—yes, it’s no mistake, you had very little clothes on.”
Agnes tore away her hand and covered her face.
“E vero, è vero; Holy Jesus! how could you know that?”
Of a sudden Agnes looked at our hero, and after a minute appeared to recognise him.
“Oh, mother, ’tis he—I recollect now, ’tis he!”
“Who, my child?” replied Donna Clara, who had been struck dumb with Jack’s astonishing power of fortune-telling.
“The officer who captured us, and was so kind.”