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“Maggy, my cross young sister,–I declare, I’m muddled, as the chambermaid used to say at school. I have fallen into a chronic state of laughter, I’m dying to tell Alice, and have sent for her; but she has callers, and I will begin this very minute to tell you. It is the middle of the morning, but I am just down: I was up very late last night; and oh, we had such fun! Just to think how poor Mr. Bruce and I have puzzled our brains about each other! It is all out now, and I’m so greatly relieved. I never knew how much I cared about it till now. I didn’t stop to date my letter, but to-day is Thursday; and Monday morning, as you already know, Aunt Kate came home, to my great delight, though I was broken-hearted to leave Alice’s, where I have had such a charming time. Uncle Rob’s mother is very much better; and aunty doesn’t think she will have to go back, and says I must finish my visit. But I cannot stop to write about that. I came back here in the afternoon; and, Tuesday morning, who should appear but uncle Rob from Savannah, two weeks before we expected him. That night, when he came home to dinner, he said with great glee, ‘Kate, I saw young Bruce down town to-day, whom I met in London, and liked so very much. I have invited him to dine with us to-morrow. He is a capital young fellow; and I’m glad we have this young niece to help us entertain him. Have you never met him, Kitty? I’m not going to ask any one else, so I can have him all to myself. I want to ask him about my friends in London; and he tells me he has some letters and messages for me, with which he called at my office, probably just after I went South.’ So he rattled on,–you know how fast he talks,–and presently Aunt Kate introduced some other subject, and I wasn’t obliged to tell the state of affairs between us. I supposed, of course, Mr. Bruce would treat me in a proper and becoming manner in my uncle’s house; and I thought–which proved true–that he might not know I was uncle’s niece; and that it might help the matter a little. Oh, it is too funny, Meg! How you will laugh! About dinner-time Mr. Bruce came in with Uncle Rob, and he looked so astonished to see me there; and before uncle Rob had time to get any farther in the introduction than ‘Mr. Bruce,’ he said, ‘Oh, yes! I have met Miss Tennant very often. Is Miss Thornton with you?’ Uncle said, ‘Kitty, why haven’t you told me?’ Mr. Bruce looked more surprised when uncle called me ‘Kitty;’ and, after that, he got more and more involved, as he saw me whisper to aunty, and take some work from a little cabinet, and act as if I belonged here. I explained to Uncle Rob that he had talked so fast the night before, that he didn’t give me time to say I knew Mr. Bruce. We didn’t wait long for dinner; and the way it was all explained was by my saying, ‘Uncle Rob, if you please, I’ll have some pepper.’ Mr. Bruce started, and really was pale. He looked at me and at Uncle Rob and aunty. I never saw such an expression on any one’s face. ‘Will you allow me to ask what may seem a very impertinent question?’ said he, ‘are you Mr. Hunter’s niece, Miss Tennant?’–‘No,’ I answered, ‘but I’m Mrs. Hunter’s.’–‘Oh!’ said he, ‘I’m inexpressibly relieved: and yet I’m sure it was you; I cannot have been mistaken. There never could be another person so exactly like you, and I remember your face perfectly.’ Here he blushed furiously; and, I regret to say, I did too. ‘It’s a dreadful question to have to ask Mrs. Robert Hunter’s niece, and I beg you not to be offended with me; but was it you, or your wraith, who waited upon the table at a house where I dined, just a year ago, in Boston? I haven’t the faintest idea what the name was. It was a gentleman to whom I had letters from my father, who had some business with him. He was exceedingly kind to me, and his house was charming; and he had such a pretty little daughter,’–hear that, Meg!–‘and I have remembered the table-girl ever since. It cannot have been you; for I have heard you say you were always away at school, except in the summer; and yet I am so sure of your face and figure and hair and every thing about you, only you have lost a strong brogue you had then. Not you, of course, but the person I saw. I have been so foolishly sure about it, and supposed some one had become interested in you, as I was at the time,’–here he blushed again,–‘and had educated you where you met Miss Thornton, and that you had a vast deal of tact, and were deluding her and her friends. I have treated you dreadfully, and Miss Alice too; and only the other night I had the most supreme contempt for you, because you were apparently so innocent concerning young women being raised above their station, and all that sort of thing. It would come over me once in a while that you could not be carrying this all out, and I didn’t believe in my previous idea at all; and yet the face is the same. I am as much in the dark as ever,’ said the poor man solemnly.