A woman much younger than the musician, and with something of beauty in her countenance, accompanied him, holding a tattered hat, and looking wistfully up at the windows of the silent street.

We said two forms; we did the injustice of forgetfulness to another,--a rugged and simple friend, it is true, but one that both minstrel and wife had many and moving reasons to love.
This was a little wiry terrier, with dark piercing eyes, that glanced quickly and sagaciously in all quarters from beneath the shaggy covert that surrounded them.

Slowly the animal moved onward, pulling gently against the string by which he was held, and by which he guided his master.

Once his fidelity was tempted: another dog invited him to play; the poor terrier looked anxiously and doubtingly round, and then, uttering a low growl of denial, pursued-- "The noiseless tenour of his way." The little procession stopped beneath the window where Lucy and Clifford sat; for the quick eye of the woman had perceived them, and she laid her hand on the blind man's arm, and whispered him.

He took the hint, and changed his air into one of love.