to cast herself into any dependence upon Miss Arbe, that, upon this unjust resentment, she suffered her to run down stairs, without offering any apology. Conceiving, however, that the parcel, left by Mr. Giles, might possibly contain the music in question, she followed her with it into the shop; where she had the mortification of hearing her say, "Miss Matson, as to your debts, you must judge for yourself. I can't pretend to be responsible for the credit of every body that solicits my patronage."

With the silent displeasure of contempt, Ellis put the parcel into her hands, and retreated.

"Why how's this? here is my note unopened," cried Miss Arbe.

Ellis, returning, said that she had not seen any note.

Miss Arbe declared that she had placed it, herself, within the pack-thread that was tied round the music; but it appeared that Mr. Giles had squeezed it under the brown paper cover, whence it had not been visible.