38/48 The gibbous moon was just rising over the forest, all blurred with streaky clouds, and between them and her light they could see the figure of a man, standing inside the room. He started up, and fell headlong with a crash over a little table that stood in his way. They both dashed into the garden, but only in time to hear flying footsteps, and immediately after the gallop of a horse, the echoes of which soon died away, and all was still. "It was a precious close thing, though. What could he mean by coming into the house,--eh ?" "Just as I expected; trying to get an interview with the mistress. |