One night -- it was on the twentieth of March , 1888 -- I was returningreturnfrom a journeyjourneyto a patient ( for I had now returned to civil practice ) , when my way ledleadme through Baker Street .
She mademakeup her mind on her journeyjourneyto a great many virtuous resolutionsresolution; for , in such a case as hers , it was evidently the duty of an only child to devote herself to her father 's comfort , and become the sunshine of his life , as so many young persons of her age have been known to become in literature .
In the course of her rapid journeyjourneyshe had already settledsettleupon everything that had to be done ; or rather , to speak truly , had rehearsedrehearseeverything , according to the habit already acquiredacquireby a quick mind , a good deal occupied with itself .