Without replying, the crone produced a hand and extended finger from her side, and pointed towards the lower end of the street.
Paula went on, the carriage following with difficulty, on account of the obstructions in the thoroughfare.

At bottom, the street abutted on a wide one with customary modern life flowing through it; and as she looked, Somerset crossed her front along this street, hurrying as if for a wager.
By the time that Paula had reached the bottom Somerset was a long way to the left, and she recognized to her dismay that the busy transverse street was one which led to the railway.

She quickened her pace to a run; he did not see her; he even walked faster.

She looked behind for the carriage.

The driver in emerging from the sixteenth-century street to the nineteenth had apparently turned to the right, instead of to the left as she had done, so that her aunt had lost sight of her.