I was uncertain about the stranger who had called at Number Two, Zion Place.

I was in doubt even about the landlord of the inn.

Never did I know what real suffering from suspense was, until that night, Whatever my apprehensions might have been, they were none of them realized the next morning.
Nobody followed me on my way to Zion Place, and no stranger had called there before me a second time, when I made inquiries on entering the house.

I found Alicia blushing, and Mrs.Baggs impenetrably wrapped up in dignified sulkiness.

After informing me with a lofty look that she intended to go to Scotland with us, and to take my five-pound note--partly under protest, and partly out of excessive affection for Alicia--she retired to pack up.