"Poor creatures!" exclaimed Ruth, as they peered out from one window after another. "Have you had many deaths here?" asked she of the gate-keeper.
"Some, ma'am. There is one corpse in the house now; a married lady, Mrs. Leon."
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Ruth, "my friend Mary."
"Died yesterday, ma'am; her husband left her here for her health, while he went to Europe."
"Can I see the Superintendent," asked Ruth; "I must speak to him."
Ruth followed the gate-keeper up the ample steps into a wide hall, and from thence into a small parlor; after waiting what seemed to her an age of time, Mr. Tibbetts, the Superintendent, entered. He was a tall, handsome man, between forty and fifty, with a very imposing air and address.
"I am pained to learn," said Ruth, "that a friend of mine, Mrs. Leon, lies dead here; can I see the body?"
"Are you a relative of that lady?" asked Mr. Tibbetts, with a keen glance at Ruth.
"No," replied Ruth, "but she was very dear to me. The last time I saw her, not many months since, she was in tolerable health. Has she been long with you, Sir?"
"About two months," replied Mr. Tibbetts; "she was hopelessly crazy, refused food entirely, so that we were obliged to force it. Her husband, who is an intimate friend of mine, left her under my care, and went to the Continent. A very fine man, Mr. Leon."
Ruth did not feel inclined to respond to this remark, but repeated her request to see Mary.
"It is against the rules of our establishment to permit this to any but relatives," said Mr. Tibbetts.
"I should esteem it a great favor if you would break through your rules in my case," replied Ruth; "it will be a great consolation to me to have seen her once more;" and her voice faltered.
The appeal was made so gently, yet so firmly, that Mr. Tibbetts reluctantly yielded.
The matron of the establishment, Mrs. Bunce, (whose advent was heralded by the clinking of a huge bunch of keys at her waist,) soon after came in. Mrs. Bunce was gaunt, sallow and bony, with restless, yellowish, glaring black eyes, very much resembling those of a cat in the dark; her motions were quick, brisk, and angular; her voice loud, harsh, and wiry. Ruth felt an instantaneous aversion to her; which was not lessened by Mrs. Bunce asking, as they passed through the parlor-door: