Poor youth! the great array of facts was in due order of march.
He had breathed her name many times, and once over-loud; almost a cry for her escaped him.

He had not noticed the opening of a door and the noise of a foot along the gravel walk.

He was leaning over Cassandra's uneasy neck watching the one window intently, when a voice addressed him out of the darkness.
"Be that you, young gentleman ?--Mr.Fev'rel ?" Richard's trance was broken.

"Mr.Blaize!" he said; recognizing the farmer's voice.
"Good even'n t' you, sir," returned the farmer.

"I knew the mare though I didn't know you.