One thing was clear, that whether ghostly or mortal, whether already dead or only on the way to death, the apparition was regardless of her presence.
A pang of disappointment shot through her bosom, and for the moment quenched her sense of relief from terror.

With it sank the typhoon of her emotion, and she became able to note how draggled and soiled his garments were, how his hair clung about his temples, and that for all accoutrement his mare had but a halter.

Yet Richard sat erect and proud, and Lady stepped like a mare full of life and vigour.

And there was Marquis, not cowering or howling as dogs do in spectral presence, but madly bounding and barking as if in uncontrollable jubilation! The acme of her bewilderment was reached when the phantom came under the marquis's study-window, and she heard it call aloud, in a voice which undoubtedly came from corporeal throat, and that throat Richard's, ringing of the morning and the sunrise and the wind that shakes the wheat--anything rather than of the tomb: 'Ho, master Eccles!' it cried; 'when?
when?
Must my lord's business cool while thou rubbest thy sleepy eyes awake?
What, I say! When ?--Yes, my lord, I will punctually attend to your lordship's orders.

Expect me back within the hour.' The last words were uttered in a much lower tone, with the respect due to him he seemed addressing, but quite loud enough to be distinctly heard by Eccles or any one else in the court.
Dorothy leaned from her window, and looked sideways to the gate, expecting to see the marquis bending over his window-sill, and talking to Richard.