She was mistaken, it appears, but she really thought it might be you.

To make sure, she found means of communicating with this strange man, and a meeting was appointed for last night, ten o'clock, corner of Broadway and Fourteenth Street".
"Yes! Well ?" "Mollie went, still thinking--perhaps I should say hoping--it might be you, Mr.Ingelow: and I, too, was there." "Well ?" "Mollie did not see me.

I hovered aloof.

It was only half past nine when she came--half an hour too early--but already a carriage was waiting, and a man, disguised in hat and cloak and flowing beard, stepped forward and accosted her at once.

What he said to her I don't know, but he persuaded her, evidently with reluctance, to enter the carriage with him.