And as the car sped along Madison Avenue, gradually drawing nearer to the house which she was going to enter disguised as it were, like a burglar, she felt cold chills run up and down her spine--the same sensation that one experiences when one rings the bell of a dentist's where one has gone to have a tooth extracted.

In fact, she felt so nervous and frightened that if she had not been ashamed before herself she would have turned back.

In about twenty minutes the car stopped at the corner of Seventy-fourth Street.

Shirley descended and with a quickened pulse walked towards the Ryder mansion, which she knew well by sight.
There was one other person in New York who, that same morning, had read the newspaper item regarding the Ryder-Roberts betrothal, and he did not take the matter so calmly as Shirley had done.

On the contrary, it had the effect of putting him into a violent rage.
This was Jefferson.