CHAPTER XVI.
MRS. DUMARESQ IN AN UNDIPLOMATIC CIRCLE.
When Prudence found herself in the street,
she looked in a bewildered fashion from
right to left, not knowing which way to turn.
The good-natured young constable pointed
out the direction of the workhouse, telling
her it was quite near, and thither she bent
her steps. Knowing nothing of the intricacies
of the neighbourhood, she walked some
considerable way before realising that she
was lost, and that her best plan was to take a
cab. Cabs, however, were few about there,
and she discovered one with difficulty. As
she drove towards the workhouse she had
leisure to reflect on the bewildering incidents
of the morning, and speculate on the condition
of mind and body in which she would
probably find Augusta.
