Let it be an accident, then." It was half an hour from the time Mrs.Dinneford entered this house before she came away.

As she passed from the door, closely veiled, a gentleman whom she knew very well was going by on the opposite side of the street.

From something in his manner she felt sure that he had recognized her, and that the recognition had caused him no little surprise.

Looking back two or three times as she hurried homeward, she saw, to her consternation, that he was following her, evidently with the purpose of making sure of her identity.
To throw this man off of her track was Mrs.Dinneford's next concern.
This she did by taking a street-car that was going in a direction opposite to the part of the town in which she lived, and riding for a distance of over a mile.

An hour afterward she came back to her own neighborhood, but not without a feeling of uneasiness.