He attempted the same familiarity again, but she placed both hands beyond the possibility of accidental or designed contact with his, and shrank still closer into the corner of the carriage, while her heart fluttered and a tremor ran through her frame.
Major Willard spoke again of the actress, but Mrs.Emerson made no reply.
"Where are we going ?" she asked, after the lapse of some ten minutes, glancing from the window and seeing, instead of the tall rows of stately houses which lined the streets along the whole distance between Mrs.Talbot's residence and her own house, mean-looking tenements.
"The driver knows his route, I presume," was answered.
"This is not the way, I am sure," said Mrs.Emerson, a slight quiver of alarm in her voice.
"Our drivers know the shortest cuts," replied the major, "and these do not always lead through the most attractive quarters of the town." Mrs.Emerson shrunk back again in her seat and was silent.

Her heart was throbbing with a vague fear.

Suddenly the carriage stopped and the driver alighted.
"This is not my home," said Mrs.Emerson, as the driver opened the door, and the major stepped out upon the pavement.
"Oh, yes.

This is No.

240 L---- street.