I took it from its undisturbed nook in my trunk, and having read the superscription, set about to find the party to whom it was addressed. The direction led me to a large manufacturing establishment.
The gentleman to whom it was written appeared to be a foreigner. Having presented the epistle to him, he perused it hastily, then taking my hand with great eagerness, he exclaimed:
“O Mees! I am greatly honored. Mons. Bristeed is my very good friend; I well acquaint with him in Paris. I congratulate you on having one so grand a gentleman for your acquaintance. He tell me you look for a school.”
“Yes, sir,” said I, glad to find my tastes had been studied; “I do desire a school.”
“I will assist with pleasure, Mees. Be seated; in a few moments I will accompany you.”
I sat down, wondering whither the gay, loquacious gentleman would lead me.
He soon rejoined me, hat in hand.
“Will you accept my escort, Mees; the place is near by,” said he, reading the note. “No. 14 B——, street. Will you walk, or shall I call a cab?”
“I will walk,” I answered, scarcely knowing what reply was expected. As we turned the corner of the street I ventured to ask:
“Is it to some school you are guiding me?”