"Where did you meet her?"
"On Washington Street. I was walking there when I chanced to look into a gay carriage that was driving by, and saw her."
"Are you sure you are not mistaken?"
"No. I followed her to her place of residence."
"Where is it?"
"No.——Mt. Vernon Street."
"She must be rich, then."
"No; she is a governess there, though enjoying, I should think, unusual privileges, and is, no doubt, happy."
Peter made no reply, but seemed occupied by other thoughts.
"And now, Peter, have you any idea what I came for?"