"Then," thought she, "he was nothing but a villain after all.

He had merely gained her heart for money's sake, and cast her off when it was gone.

What a miserable fool she had been, and how rightly served now, to be left penniless in the world!" Penniless, but not friendless.

She remembered Captain Saxon, and determined to go to him and ask his advice.

So when the strange weird morning had crept on to such time as the accustomed crowd began to surge through the street, she put on her bonnet, and went away for the first time to seek him at his lodgings, in a small street, leading off Piccadilly.
An old woman answered the door.