On this very morning she would do that which should certainly put an end to a state of things so disagreeable.
After breakfast, therefore, she started at once for the house in the Windberg-gasse, leaving her father still in his bed.

She walked very quick, looking neither to the right nor the left, across the bridge, along the river-side, and then up into the straight ugly streets of the New Town.

The distance from her father's house was nearly two miles, and yet the journey was made in half an hour.

She had never walked so quickly through the streets of Prague before; and when she reached the end of the Windberg-gasse, she had to pause a moment to collect her thoughts and her breath.

But it was only for a moment, and then the bell was rung.
Yes; her aunt was at home.