Where should I go?
I walked on slowly now, and undecided, for I had no aim.
The clergyman to whom I had gone for direction in matters spiritual, was ill--for two weeks had given up even Lenten duties.

Anything--but I could not go home, or rather where home had been.

I walked and walked till I was almost fainting, and found myself in the Park.

There the lovely indications of spring, and the quiet, and the fresh air, soothed me, and I sat down under some trees near the water, and rested myself.
But the same giddy whirl of thoughts came back, the same incompetency to deal with such strange facts, and the same confusion.

I do not know how long I wandered about; but I was faint and weary and hungry, and frightened too, for people were beginning to look at me.
It began to force itself upon me that I must go back to Varick-street after all, and take a fresh start.