She wore a long dark cloak, a small bonnet, and a full vizard which covered her entire face.

I had never known her to wear so large a vizard, as she detested even small ones, and wore them only out of respect for the prevailing fashion.

She hastened toward the King Street Gate, and I, following at a short distance, saw her take boat at the Charing Cross stairs.
After thinking over the situation, I determined to go to my uncle's house.

As I had suspected, Frances was not there.

After greeting Sir Richard and Sarah, I asked them, as though speaking by the way, when they had seen Frances.
"She hasn't been home for a week or more," answered Sir Richard.
"I wish she would make haste in choosing a husband, or in wheedling one to choose her," remarked Sarah.