She knew she was in a place called Lakewood, but she knew little of its location, save that it was somewhere in New Jersey.

Another strange thing! she did not recognise the streets.

They were new to her.
She did not remember ever having been in them before.
"Where is the railroad station ?" she inquired of the boy who was trotting along at her side.
"Over there," he answered, vaguely.
"Take me to it." He obeyed, and they threaded several streets whose lighted shops pleased her, notwithstanding her cares; such a joy it was to be alive to things once more, and capable of remembrance, even though remembrance brought visions at which she shuddered, and turned away, appalled.
The sight of the station, from which a train was just leaving, frightened her for a moment with its bustle and many lights; but she rallied under the stress of her purpose, and, entering, found the telegraph office, from which she sent this message, directed to her physician, at home, Dr.Carpenter: "Look for me on early train.

All is clear to me now, and I must return.
Preserve silence till we meet." This she signed with a pet name, known only to themselves, and dating back to her childish days.
Then she bought a ticket, and studied the time-table.

When quite satisfied, she returned to the hotel.