The sense of loneliness soon left her.

She was buoyed up by excitement.

The novelty of the streets amused her.

Moreover, she had invented her father, clothed him with many qualities as with shining raiment, and set him high among the persons of her dreams.

Would he be satisfied with his daughter?
That was her fear, and with the help of the looking-glass at the side of her hansom, she tried to remove the traces of travel from her young face.
The cab stopped at a door in a narrow wall between two houses, and she got out.