Chapter 21

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​⁠Sara awoke that same morning with a foreboding heart. She wrote a letter to Reckage postponing his call, and another to Pensee Fitz Rewes, asking her to be at home that afternoon. At half-past two the young lady drove up, in her brougham, to the widow's door in Curzon Street. The blinds were down, and the house gave every indication that its owner was not in London. Sara, however, was admitted, an