ABSTRACT
This chapter discusses the first thing Rosella discovered, on entering her apartment, was a letter on the dressing-table, which she was informed, had been placed there, in the morning, by the lady of the house. it is a just picture of human nature, and may be indiscriminately applied, is I hope, only the error of a writer of sentences, who to turn a phrase smartly, would in matters of opinion, almost turn Mahometan. The dowager Mrs. Ellinger at this moment entered the room, rubbing the flour and paste from her hands with a handkerchief that bore the marks of rappee. The confusion of accusation and recriminating violence that ensued, made her escape, and was half a mile from the house before either party recollected themselves. At this moment a violent rapping at the street-door prevented Rosella from distinguishing what this slighted but pertinacious dulcinea further said.
