Twice she knocked before there was a sound of life within.

Then she heard footsteps--a bolt was withdrawn, and the door opened.
"Jessie!" exclaimed Mrs.Loring, "how white you are! What has happened ?" "Come in dear aunt!" said Jessie, "I have been wanting to see you; but had not yet made up my mind to seek you in the sitting-room.

I am glad you are here." Mrs.Loring passed in and Jessie closed the door.
"Take this seat aunt," and she pointed to an easy-chair: "I will sit here," drawing a lower one close to that which Mrs.Loring had taken.
"Now, dear, what has happened ?" Mrs.Loring's curiosity had been so long upon the stretch, that she could ill endure delay.
"Will you listen to me patiently, Aunt Phoebe ?" There was a calmness of manner about Jessie that seemed to Mrs.
Loring unnatural.
"Speak, dear--you will find me all attention." "I am in a--strait.

I must act; but cannot of my own reason, determine what action is right," said Jessie, "you must think for me, and help me to a just decision." "Go on dear," urged Mrs.Loring.
Then as briefly and as clearly as possible, Jessie related all that had passed in her excited interview with Mr.Dexter.On concluding, she said with much earnestness of manner: "And now, Aunt Phoebe, what I wish to know is this--will Mr.Dexter be warranted in regarding either my words or my actions, as an acceptance of his offer ?" "Certainly," was the unhesitating reply of Mrs.Loring.
"Aunt Phoebe!" There was a tone of anguish in the voice of Jessie; and her pale lips grew paler.
"Why, what can ail you, child ?" said Mrs.Loring.
"I had hoped for a different decision.

Mr.Dexter took me at unawares.