To act under the guidance of another, and to wander in the dark, ignorant whither my path tended and what effects might flow from my agency, was a new and irksome situation.
From these thoughts I was recalled by a message from Welbeck.

He gave me a folded paper, which he requested me to carry to No .-- South Fourth Street.

"Inquire," said he, "for Mrs.Wentworth, in order merely to ascertain the house, for you need not ask to see her; merely give the letter to the servant and retire.

Excuse me for imposing this service upon you.

It is of too great moment to be trusted to a common messenger; I usually perform it myself, but am at present otherwise engaged." I took the letter and set out to deliver it.