The dubiousness of the event of our conversation, fear that my interference was too late to secure your peace, and the uncertainty to which hope gave birth, whether I had not erred in believing you devoted to this man, or, at least, in imagining that he had obtained your consent to midnight conferences, distracted me with contradictory opinions, and repugnant emotions.
"I can assign no reason for calling at Mrs.Baynton's.

I had seen her in the morning, and knew her to be well.

The concerted hour had nearly arrived, and yet I turned up the street which leads to her house, and dismounted at her door.

I entered the parlour and threw myself in a chair.

I saw and inquired for no one.