“What do you want of me? I beg you to tell me, for I am in a great hurry.”
“Here goes: in the first place, I wanted to make my peace with you, because neighbors ought not to quarrel.”
“Bless my soul! I have no desire to quarrel.”
“I’m very glad of that; then that’s all at an end. I was on the watch for an opportunity to come here to speak to you; the opportunity came, and I grasped it. Somebody rang at my door just now and asked for you.”
“What’s that? just now? Who was it?”
“A girl—very pretty, too; but not so pretty as the one the other night.”
“A girl! what did she want? pray go on!”
“She brought this box for you, and said there was no message.”
“Well! where is she? what did you say?”
“I took charge of the box, telling her that you had gone out, so that I might have the pleasure of delivering it myself and making my peace with you.”