I went to Mrs. Dennison's chamber and knocked; no one came or spoke. But the door stood upon the latch, and the vibration of my hand unclosed it. Mrs. Dennison was standing in the middle of the room, white with rage, and with specks of foam on her lips. She was tearing open her habit with a violence that made the buttons start. The face with which she met my intrusion was that of a beautiful fiend. I closed the door and went back repulsed. But without giving me time to cross the hall, she came to the door, opened it wide, and called me in with a laugh. "Come back one moment," she said, "and tell me which of these two dresses is most becoming. That which I had intended for dinner, Cora has been altering, and she has spoiled it entirely. I confess, Miss Hyde, that my temper is not good enough to stand a pet dress in ruins. The fact is, I have frightened poor Cora half to death." Quick as lightning, while her mistress spoke, Cora laid some dresses on the bed, apologizing, in a low voice, for the mischief she had done. If I had possessed no clue to the scene, it would have deceived me completely; but I comprehended it too well, and absolutely felt myself growing faint with disgust. "I am no judge in these matters," I said, without any pretence at cordiality; "nor would my opinion be of the least consequence if I were. Your dresses always prove becoming, Mrs. Dennison." "The first compliment I ever received from you," she answered, impressively; "I shall remember it with gratitude." I went quietly out of the room, tired of the scene. A little while after this, Lottie came to me with one of her keen smiles, and, opening her hands, which were folded palm to palm, gave me one glimpse of a little note, primrose-tinted, and sealed with a drop of green wax, in which an antique head was stamped. "What is it? whom is it for?" I inquired, thinking that it must be intended for Jessie. "You'll see to-night, or to-morrow morning," she answered. "Mrs. Babylon writes on handsome paper; I won't use white any more. I'll say this for her: when it comes to dress and pretty things, she can't be beat easy. Don't quite come up to Mrs. Lee: who can?--but putting her aside, I don't know Mrs. Babylon's match." "And is that Mrs. Dennison's note?" "Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies." "But how came it in your possession?" She eyed me a moment sideways, then broke forth as if some grand thought had just seized upon her. "Now, I'll make a bargain with you, Miss Hyde. If you'll just persuade my mistress, or Miss Jessie, to buy me half a dozen sheets of that straw-colored paper, I'll tell you all about it." "But what can you want of primrose paper, Lottie,--you that never write letters?" "No; but I may take to writing poetry; who knows?" She said this with a twinkle of the eye that provoked me. How on earth had that creature got hold of my secret weakness? "It isn't at all likely that you'll want paper for that purpose, Miss Lottie."