Nor was she at all re-assured when she found that lady dressed in the neat, modest garb of a strict Quaker--a garb which creates an immediate idea in the mind, of more than common rigidness of principles and sanctity of conduct in the wearer of it. Adeline curtsied in silence. Mrs Pemberton bowed her head courteously; then, with a countenance of great sweetness, and a voice calculated to inspire confidence, said, 'I believe thy name is Mowbray; but I came to see Mrs Glenmurray; and as on these occasions I always wish to confer with the principal, wouldst thou, if it be not inconvenient, ask the mistress of Mary to let me see her?' 'I am myself the mistress of Mary,' replied Adeline in a faint voice. 'I ask thine excuse,' answered Mrs Pemberton, re-seating herself: 'as thou art Mrs Glenmurray, thou art the person I wanted to see.' Here Adeline changed colour, overcome with the consciousness that she ought to undeceive her, and the sense of the difficulty of doing so. 'But thou art very pale, and seemest uneasy,' continued the gentle Quaker--'I hope thy husband is not worse?' 'Mr Glenmurray, but not my husband,' said Adeline, 'is better to-day.' 'Art thou not married?' asked Mrs Pemberton with quickness. 'I am not.' 'And yet thou livest with the gentleman I named, and art the person whom Mary called Mrs Glenmurray!' 'I am,' replied Adeline, her paleness yielding to a deep crimson, and her eyes filling with tears. Mrs Pemberton sat for a minute in silence; then rising with an air of cold dignity, 'I fear thy servant is not likely to suit me,' she observed, 'and I will not detain thee any longer.' 'She can be an excellent servant,' faltered out Adeline. 'Very likely--but there are objections.' So saying she reached the door: but as she passed Adeline she stopped, interested and affected by the mournful expression of her countenance, and the visible effort she made to retain her tears. Adeline saw, and felt humbled at the compassion which her countenance expressed: to be an object of pity was as mortifying as to be an object of scorn, and she turned her eyes on Mrs Pemberton with a look of proud indignation: but they met those of Mrs Pemberton fixed on her with a look of such benevolence, that her anger was instantly subdued; and it occurred to her that she might make the benevolent compassion visible in Mrs Pemberton's countenance serviceable to her discarded servant. 'Stay, madam,' she cried, as Mrs Pemberton was about to leave the room, 'allow me a moment's conversation with you.' Mrs Pemberton, with an eagerness which she suddenly endeavoured to check, returned to her seat. 'I suspect,' said Adeline, (gathering courage from the conscious kindness of her motive,) 'that your objection to take Mary Warner into your service proceeds wholly from the situation of her present mistress.' 'Thou judgest rightly,' was Mrs Pemberton's answer.