Ellis had but just cast herself, in deep disturbance, upon a chair, when her door was opened, without tapping, or any previous ceremony, by Mr Giles Arbe; who smilingly enquired after her health, with the familiar kindness of an intimate old friend; but, receiving no immediate answer, gave her a nod, that said, don’t mind me; and, sitting down by her side, began talking to himself.

Roused by this interruption, she begged to know his commands.

He finished his speech to himself, before he took any notice of hers, and then, very good humouredly, asked what she wanted.

‘May I hope,’ she cried, ‘that you have the goodness to bring me some answer to my note?’

‘What note, my pretty lady?’

‘That which you were so obliging as to undertake delivering for me to Miss Arbe?’

He stared and looked amazed, repeating, ‘Note?—what note?’ but when, at last, she succeeded in making him recollect the circumstance, his countenance fell, and leaning against the back of his chair, while his stick, and a parcel which he held under his arm, dropt to the ground: ‘I am frighted to death,’ he cried, ‘for fear it’s that I tore last night, to light my little lamp!’

Then, emptying every thing out of his pockets; ‘I can soon tell, however,’ he continued, ‘because I put t’other half back, very carefully; determining to examine what it was in the morning; for I was surprised to find a folded note in my pocket: but I thought of it no more, afterwards, from that time to this.’

Collecting, then, the fragments; ‘Here,’ he continued, ‘is what is left.—’

Ellis immediately recognized her hand-writing.

‘I protest,’ cried he, in great confusion, ‘I have never above twice or thrice, perhaps, in my life, been more ashamed! And once was when I was so unfortunate as to burn a gentleman’s stick; a mighty curious sort of cane, that I was unluckily holding in my hand, just as the fire wanted stirring; and not much thinking, at that moment, by great ill luck, of what I was about, I poked it into the middle of the grate; and not a soul happened to take notice of it, any more than myself, till it made a prodigious crackling; and all that was not consumed split into splinters. I never was so out of countenance in my life. I could not make a single apology. So they all thought I did not mind it! Don’t you think so, too, now? For I am very sorry I tore your note, I assure you!’

Ellis readily accepted his excuse.

‘Well, and another time,’ he continued, ‘I had a still worse accident. I was running after an ill-natured gnat, that had stung a lady, with my hand uplifted to knock him down, and, very unluckily, after he had led me a dance all over the room, he darted upon the lady’s cheek; and, in my hurry to crush him, I gave her such a smart slap of the face, that it made her quite angry. I was never so shocked since I was born. I ran away as fast as I could; for I had not a word to say for myself.’

He then began relating a third instance; but Ellis interrupted him; and again desired to know his business.

‘Good! true!’ cried he, ‘you do well to put me in mind, for talking of one thing makes a man sometimes forget another. It’s what has happened to me before now. One i’n’t always upon one’s guard. I remember, once, my poor cousin was disappointed of a chaperon, to go with her to a ball, after being dressed out in all the best things that she had in the world, and looking better than ever she did before in her life, as she told me herself; and she asked me to run to a particular friend, to beg that she would accompany her, instead of the one that had failed her; so I set off, as fast as possible, for I saw that she was in a prodigious fidget; not much caring, I suppose, to be dizened out, and to put on her best looks, to be seen by nobody but her papa and me; which is natural enough, for her papa always thinks her pretty; and as to me, I don’t doubt but she may be so neither; though I never happened to take much notice of it.’

‘Well, Sir, to our business?’ cried Ellis.

‘Well, when I arrived at this friend of my cousin’s, I met there a friend of my own, and one that I had not seen for fifteen years. I had so prodigious much to say to him, that it put all my poor cousin’s fine clothes and best looks out of my head! and, I am quite ashamed to own it, but we never once ceased our confabulation, my old friend and I, till, to my great surprise, supper was brought upon the table! I was in extreme confusion, indeed, for, just then, somebody asked me how my cousin did; which made me recollect my commission. I told it, in all haste, to the lady, and begged, so urgently, that she would oblige my cousin, who would never forgive me for not delivering my message sooner, if I carried a refusal, that, at last, I persuaded her to comply; but I was so abashed by my forgetfulness, that I never thought of mentioning the ball. So that when she arrived, all in her common gear, my poor cousin, who supposed that she had only waited, for her hair-dressers and shoe-makers, looked at her with as much amazement as if she had never seen her before in her life. And the lady was prodigiously piqued not to be received better; so that they were upon the very point of a quarrel, when they discovered that all the fault was mine! But by the time that they came to that part, I was so out of countenance, you would have judged that I had done it all on purpose! I was frightened out of my wits: and I made off as fast as possible; and when I got to my own room, there was not a chair nor a table that I did not put against the door, for fear of their bursting the lock; they were both of them in such prodigious passions, to know why I had served them so. And yet, the whole time, I was as innocent of it as you are; for I never once thought about either of them! never in my life!’

Again Ellis enquired what were his commands, frankly avowing, that she was too much engrossed by the melancholy state of her own affairs, to attend to any other.

‘What, then, I’m afraid those poor people a’n’t paid yet?’

‘A poorer person, Sir, as I believe, and hope,’ answered she, sighing, ‘than any amongst them, is unpaid also! They would not, else, have this claim upon your compassion.’

‘What, have you got any bad debts yourself?’

‘Enquire, Sir, of Miss Arbe; and if you extend your benevolence to representing what is due to my creditors, it may urge her to consider what is due to me.’

‘Does any body owe you any money, then?’

‘Yes, Sir; and as much as will acquire all I myself owe to others.’

‘What is the reason, then, that they don’t pay you?’

‘The want of knowing, Sir, the value of a little to the self-supported and distressed! The want, in short, of consideration.’

‘Bad! bad!—that i’n’t right!’ cried he: ‘I’ll put an end to it, however;’ rising hastily: ‘I’ll make my cousin go to every one of them. They must be taught what they should do. They mean very well; but that’s of no use if they don’t act well too. And if my cousin don’t go to them, I’ll go myself.’

He then quitted the house, in the greatest haste; leaving behind him his parcel and his stick, which were not perceived till his departure.

Ellis knew not whether to lament or to rejoice at this promised interference; but, wholly overset by these new and unexpected obstacles to providing for her immediate subsistence, she had no resource but to await with patience the effect of his efforts.

The following day, while anxiously expecting him, she was surprised by another visit from Miss Arbe; who, with an air as sprightly as her own was dejected, cried, ‘Well, I hope ............