ABSTRACT
I turned the corner of the street. A carriage, drawn by four horses, approached me. By some impulse for which I cannot account, my attention was arrested by it. I was not calm – I was inexpressibly otherwise – but the reeling and restlessness of my motions were stilled. The carriage did not pass me, but took its direction up another street, at right angles with the one in which I was proceeding. I hastened to follow it. By the impetuosity that urged me, I 280overtook it, before it turned into the gateway of the hotel usually frequented by travellers from England. I saw the arms on the pannel of the vehicle: they were those of the Danvers’ / family. I entered the court-yard of the hotel: the door of the carriage opened. The first person that descended was the gentleman of lord Danvers. The second was lord Danvers himself. They were in deep mourning.
