Monday
noon
I walked the streets of the city , and all the long Sunday I haunted one or two churches that my memory suggested to me were among the probabilities for that day . They were either not in the city or most securely hid . And all this time there was a letter in the New York post-office waiting for me . I found it at my room when I went back to it on Monday noon . It ran as follows : `` WESTMINSTER HOTEL . `` Very sorry not to see you -- Aunt Sloman especially sorry ; but she has set her heart on going to Philadelphia to-night . We shall stay at a private house , a quiet boarding-house ; for aunt goes to consult Dr. R -- there , and wishes to be very retired .