The nearer she approached it, the greater grew her fears; a horrible presentiment that something awful had occurred, grew stronger and stronger as she drew nearer home.

She tried to brave it off--resist it--crush it--but it came back upon her each time with redoubled force.
On she went, nearer and nearer every moment, until at last she was in the avenue itself.

She gazed eagerly from the carriage, and thought she observed one or two persons run across the street opposite her father's house.

It could not be!--she looked again--yes, there was a group beneath his window.

"Faster! faster!" she cried frantically; "faster if you can." The door was at last reached; she sprang from the carriage and pressed through the little knot of people who were gathered on the pavement.