“‘Miss Tuttle has looked out of her room once,’ I heard the other reply. ‘She is in splendid beauty today, but pale. But she never could control Veronica.’ ‘Hush! you speak louder than you think’ This amused me, and I do believe that in another moment I should have laughed outright if another boy had not appeared in the hall before us, who, shoving aside the first, rapped on the door with a spirit which called for answer. But he was no more successful than the other boy had been; so, being a brisk fellow, with no time for nonsense, he called out, ‘Your bouquet, Miss, and a message, which I am to give you before you go downstairs! The gentleman is quite particular about it.’ These words were literally shouted at the door, but in the hubbub of voices about us I don’t believe any one heard them but ourselves and the bride. I know that she heard them, for she opened the door a very little way,—such a very little way that the boy had to put his lips to the crack when he spoke, and then turn and place his ear where his lips had been in order to catch her reply. This, for some reason, seemed a long time in coming, and the fellow grew so impatient that he amused himself by snatching the bouquet from the other boy and thrusting it in through the crack, to the very great detriment of its roses and lilies. When she took it he bawled for his answer, and when he got it, he stared and muttered doubtfully to himself as he worked his way out again through the crowd, which by this time was beginning to choke up all the halls and stairways. “But why have I told you all this nonsense?” she asked quite suddenly. “It isn’t of the least consequence that Veronica Moore kept a boy waiting at her door while she dressed herself for her wedding; but it shows that she was queer even then, and I for one believe in the theory of suicide, and in that alone, and in the excuse she gave for it, too; for if she had really loved Francis Jeffrey she would not have been so slow to take in the magnificent bouquet he had provided for her.” But comment, even from those who had known these people well, was not what I wanted at this moment, but facts. So, without much attention to these words, I said: “You will excuse me if I suggest that you are going on too fast. The door of the bride’s room has just been shut upon the boy who brought her a message. When was it opened again?”