There seemed to be no one in the road, no one in the yard.

So, half turning, he swung himself down by his hands, and dropped to the ground.

From the window above a sob came to him, and Elise's face, all tears, showed for an instant in the moonlight.
He did not seek the road directly, but, climbing a fence near by, crossed a hay-field, going unseen, as he thought, to the village.
But a lady, walking in the road with an old gentleman, had seen and recognised him.

Her fingers clinched with anger at the sight, and her spirit filled with disgust.
"What are you looking at ?" said her companion, who was short-sighted.
"At the tricks moonlight plays.

Shadows frighten me sometimes, my dear avocat." She shuddered.