She got acquainted with somebody else, a stranger, who used to ride over from a distance to see her; but I fancy there was nothing in it--Richard was the one.

And it went on till--till--he killed her father." "Who ?" uttered the startled Isabel.
"Richard Hare, my lady.

Father had told Afy that Mr.Richard should not come there any longer, for when gentlemen go in secret after poor girls, it's well known they have not got marriage in their thoughts; father would have interfered more than he did, but that he judged well of Mr.
Richard, and did not think he was one to do Afy real harm,--but he did not know how flighty she was.

However, one day he heard people talk about it in West Lynne, coupling her name and Mr.Richard's offensively together, and at night he told Afy, before me, that it should not go on any longer, and she must not encourage him.

My lady, the next night Richard Hare shot my father." "How very dreadful!" "Whether it was done on purpose, or that they had a scuffle, and the gun went off accidentally and killed my father, no one can tell.