ABSTRACT
I will relate every thing, not in the order in which I learned it, but in that in which it actually passed. Catherine had gone but a few streets, when she stopped the carriage, and told Joseph of her purpose, which was to seek the presence of Travers. She met Ambrose at the door of the hotel, who of course instantly knew her. She directed him without delay to lead her to his master. There was that in her manner, which left him no choice but of implicit obedience. She approached Travers with firmness. He was awed, almost fascinated with her appearance, and felt at once that the beautiful, the almost superhuman figure that / approached him, was come on no trivial errand. She shut the door; and Travers and she were alone.
