'Mrs.Dewey is not well,' she said, 'and I hardly think can see company to-day.' "'She is not ill, I hope ?' said I.
"'No, ma'am; not ill exactly, but--' and she hesitated and looked embarrassed.
"'She will see me,' I spoke confidently.

'Take her my name, and I will wait here in the parlor.' "In a few minutes the girl returned and asked me to walk up stairs.

I followed her to Mrs.Dewey's room.

She tapped lightly on the door, which was opened.

I passed in, and found myself alone with Delia.