LOTTIE AS A LETTER-WRITER.
I hurried on to escape the sound of Mrs. Dennison's voice, for in any
tone it filled me with loathing; but as the door closed after me, that
of Lottie's opened, and the imp thrust out her head and emitted a mellow
crow, clapping her arms as if they had been wings, thus indicating that
for once my conduct had met her full approval.
I could not help laughing; at which she put a finger to her lips, and
darted back of the door, closing it softly in the process.
I went up to Jessie's room, but she was not there, nor could she be
found in any part of the house. When assured of this, I went into the
garden and found Lawrence walking leisurely toward the grove where his
horse was tied. He turned as I called him by name, and looked back with
an expression of surprise.
"I have been searching for Miss Lee to inform her of your wish to see
her," I said; "but she has gone out."
He drew his fine figure up proudly, and said, with a smile that had more
of irony than sweetness in it,--
"I beg pardon; but my visit here was to Mrs. Dennison. I was only
waiting for her to return with her parasol, as she found the sun rather
warm."
I felt myself coloring, but answered the moment I could find voice,--
"Then you did not inquire for Miss Lee?--did not ask Mrs. Dennison to go
in search of her?"
"Not that I am aware of," he replied, with the same smile. "I supposed
it more than probable that the young lady had gone to visit her
sick-lo--friend, over yonder. Heaven forbid that I should disturb an
arrangement so full of delicate romance!"
I looked at him steadily. There was more of insult in his tone than
these words conveyed. At first I was prompted to explain and defend: but
wherefore? If he could distrust a creature like our Jessie, any attempt
at exculpation appeared to me like a sacrifice of dignity, so I turned
away in silence. He followed me a few paces, as if wishing to continue
the conversation; but I hurried on, burning with indignation. Why had
those abominable people entered our pleasant homes? Why did they remain
there, making us all miserable? Oh! how I wished for authority to send
them away together; for in my resentment, I, perhaps unjustly, coupled
the gentleman with the lady, and forgot that he was her dupe rather than
associate.
When Lawrence was yet almost on a level with me, the widow came out from
the tower, looking flurried and anxious. She saw me apparently in
conversation with her friend, and turned crimson to the temples; but
adroitly dropping the open parasol over her face, she came slowly on,
concealing the agitation but too visible a moment before. Without
heeding me in the least, she sauntered up to Lawrence, drooping her
parasol almost in my face, and said with careless insolence,--
"Now, my good friend, with Miss Hyde's permission, we will go on with
the history of that little affair."
So she swept him off, somewhat bewildered, I fancy, and I went into the
house, detesting her more than ever.
Before entering Mrs. Lee's room, I opened the door of Lottie's little
apartment, intending to inquire if Mr. Lee had gone out. The young girl
was seated at a small gilded table, which had been broken in the
drawing-room and mended by her deft hands, after which, of course, it
became her property; an open letter lay on the table, and she was busy
writing. When I opened the door, she started up, snatched at the letter
and held it behind her, looking at me with a comical sort of defiance.
"Miss Hyde," said she, "if you'll just tell me what's wanting, I'll come
out; but this room isn't large enough for two--no, not if its owner had
a twin sister wandering about in want of a bed to sleep in."
"Excuse me, Lottie, but I only want to know if Mrs. Lee is left alone."
"No, Miss Hyde, that thing don't happen while I am on hand. Mr. Lee's in
there, and that angel of a woman is talking to him with tears in her
throat, if they haven't got up to her eyes yet. I can hear the sound
without listening, and I hope it will do him good, that's all!"
I turned to go away, but she followed me to the door, still with one
hand behind her, in which I could hear paper rustling.
"Miss Hyde, I can't help but say, if it does puff you up, that are dodge
of yours was a crowner; I heard it and all Babylon said: my! isn't she a
thing or so? For once you were too smart for her. Didn't her face blaze
up when she saw you walking with that chap? I couldn't 'a' done it
better myself. Now, mind I say that to encourage you, not to lift you on
a high horse; so don't make a bad use of kindness."
"You are very kind, and I try not to be spoiled, Lottie."
"I'm your friend out and out, and the friend of this family, if ever
there was one. Never fear about that; but this thing is getting beyond
me and destroying my usefulness. I wish you wouldn't give me no more
lectures about listening and finding out things. True enough, I don't
pay no regard to such ridiculous notions; but then just as a creature
gets nestled down under a bush, or fits her ear to a keyhole, comes the
thought, 'Now Miss Hyde would call this mean,' and it drags your
attention away from what's going on and takes all the relish out of it.
I don't like it, Miss Hyde; such peaked notions do well enough for an
old maid; but I ain't a going to be that, if there is a man cute enough
to match me in all creation."
"Well, Lottie," I said, almost laughing, "as my preaching only annoys
you, it is hardly worth while to repeat it."
"That's a good soul!" answered Lottie, with benign condescension. "You
hoe your row and I'll hoe mine, we shall come out together at the end of
the lot, never fear."
The next morning, when our man brought the letters from town, I noticed
Mrs. Dennison examining one which she took from among those left on the
hall-table, with the keen look of a person whose suspicion has been
aroused. In tearing it open, she examined the adhesive edge a second
time, and apparently found it all right, for her face cleared up, and
she put the letter in her pocket without reading it. Still she could not
have been quite satisfied, for after that no letters of hers were ever
left with those of the family to be mailed.