I was on the point of speaking again, when the words were suspended on my lips.

I saw my husband.
He was just descending the steps of a house--as if leaving it after a visit.

His eyes were on the ground: he did not look up when the-carriage passed.

As the servant closed the door behind him, I noticed that the number of the house was Sixteen.

At the next corner I saw the name of the street.