envelope when I see it. Ah, the letter has been destroyed; here is a piece of the envelope," and I drew out of the heap of charred scraps a small bit less burnt than the rest, and held it up.
"Then there is no use looking here for what the letter contained," said Mr. Gryce, putting the wash-bowl aside. "We will have to ask you, Mrs. Belden."
"But I don’t know. It was directed to me, to be sure; but Hannah told me, when she first requested me to teach her how to write, that she expected such a letter, so I did n’t open it when it came, but gave it to her just as it was."
"You, however, stayed by to see her read it?"
"No, sir; I was in too much of a flurry. Mr. Raymond had just come and I had no time to think of her. My own letter, too, was troubling me."
"But you surely asked her some questions about it before the day was out?"
"Yes, sir, when I went up with her tea things; but she had nothing to say. Hannah could be as reticent as any one I ever knew, when she pleased. She did n’t even admit it was from her mistress."
"Ah! then you thought it was from Miss Leavenworth?"
"Why, yes, sir; what else was I to think, seeing that mark in the corner? Though, to be sure, it might have been put there by Mr. Clavering," she thoughtfully added.
"You say she was cheerful yesterday; was she so after receiving this letter?"
"Yes, sir; as far as I could see. I was n’t with her long; the necessity I felt of doing something with the box in my charge—but perhaps Mr. Raymond has told you?"
