The note was written in the terms which one gentleman would use to another after offering some deep insult. Jo dropped a kiss on the top of Mr. Laurence’s bald head, and ran up to slip the apology under Laurie’s door, advising him, through the keyhole, to be submissive, decorous, and a few other agreeable impossibilities. Finding the door locked again, she left the note to do its work, and was going quietly away, when the young gentleman slid down the banisters, and waited for her at the bottom, saying, with his most virtuous expression of countenance, “What a good fellow you are, Jo! Did you get blown up?” he added, laughing.

“No; he was pretty mild, on the whole.”

“Ah! I got it all round; even you cast me off over there, and I felt just ready to go to the deuce,” he began apologetically.

“Don’t talk in that way; turn over a new leaf and begin again, Teddy, my son.”