It was during this suspense--it happened really on the morning
succeeding the one on which Garry had opened the official
envelopes--that an envelope of quite a different character was
laid on Jack's table by the lady with the adjustable hair, who
invariably made herself acquainted with as much of that young
gentleman's mail as could be gathered from square envelopes sealed
in violet wax, or bearing family crests in low relief, or stamped
with monograms in light blue giving out delicate perfumes, each
one of which that lady sniffed with great satisfaction; to say
nothing of business addresses and postal-cards,--the latter being
readable, and, therefore, her delight.
This envelope, however, was different from any she had ever
fumbled, sniffed at, or pondered over. It was not only of unusual
size, but it bore in the upper left-hand corner in bold black
letters the words:
ARTHUR BREEN & COMPANY, BANKERS.
It was this last word which set the good woman to thinking.
Epistles from banks were not common,--never found at all, in
fact, among the letters of her boarders.
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