The Luttra of old would not leave the city where her husband lived.

If she was not changed, I ought to be able to find her somewhere within this great Babylon of ours.

Wisdom told me to set the police upon her track, but pride bade me try every other means first.

So with the feverish energy of one leading a forlorn hope, I began to pace the streets if haply I might see her face shine upon me from the crowd of passers by; a foolish fancy, unproductive of result! I not only failed to see her, but anyone like her.
"In the midst of the despair occasioned by this failure a thought flashed across me or rather a remembrance.

One night not long since, being uncommonly restless, I had risen from my bed, dressed me and gone out into the yard back of my house for a little air.