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He rushed off to call one , and a minute afterwards the messenger whom she had already despatched rattled up in a hansom . She quickly got into it , and as she rolled away she saw Mr. Booker returning in all haste with another . She gave a passionate moan -- this common confusion seemed to add a grotesqueness to her predicament . The next day , at five o'clock , she drove to Queen 's Gate , turning to Lady Davenant in her distress in order to turn somewhere . Her old friend was at home and by extreme good fortune alone ; looking up from her book , in her place by the window , she gave the girl as she came in a sharp glance over her glasses . This glance was acquisitive ; she said nothing , but laying down her book stretched out her two gloved hands . Laura took them and she drew her down toward her , so that the girl sunk on her knees and in a moment hid her face , sobbing , in the old woman 's lap .