There stepped from the house the cloaked figure of a woman, who entered the carriage and herself pulled shut the door.

The vehicle was soon lost among the darkling streets.
Catharine Knollys had heard the summons of her fate.

She now sat trembling in the carriage.
When finally the vehicle stopped at the curb of the walk which led to the prison gate, a second carriage, as mysterious as the first, came down the street and stopped at a little distance, but close to the curb on the side nearest to the gate.

The driver of the first carriage, evidently not liking the close neighborhood at the time, edged a trifle farther down the way.

The second carriage thereupon drew up into the spot just vacated, and the two, not easily distinguishable at the hour and in the dark and unlighted street, stood so, each apparently watchful of the other, each seemingly without an occupant.
Lady Catharine had left her carriage before this interchange, and had passed the prison gate alone.