Miss Dashwood expects us in the drawing-room.

You have not seen her yet ?" I know not my reply; but he continued:-- "She has some letters for you, I think." I muttered something, and suffered him to pass on; no sooner had he done so, however, than I turned towards the door, and rushed into the street.
The cold night air suddenly recalled me to myself, and I stood for a moment endeavoring to collect myself; as I did so, a servant stopped, and saluting me, presented me with a letter.

For a second, a cold chill came over me; I knew not what fear beset me.

The letter, I at last remembered, must be that one alluded to by Sir George, so I took it in silence, and walked on..