He recovered his mood of last night.
"Boy!"-- an errand-lad was just passing--"whereabouts is the Court-house ?" He was bidden take a turning within sight and go straight on for about half a mile.
"And I will, too!" he said in his mind.

"She shall suffer for it!" He turned away and walked for some twenty yards.

Then once more the doubt occurred to him.

He had better go to the bookseller's and make sure of Mrs.Quarrier's identity.

Turning to take the opposite direction, he saw some one coming forth from the gates by which he had just stood--a lady--and it might be----?
Agitation shook him from head to foot.