Was it Arthur?
No: the light-coloured groom's livery that he wore was just visible.
Before he could dismount to knock at the door, a tall man walked up to him out of the darkness.
"Is that Miles ?" the tall man asked.
The groom knew the voice.

Iris was even better acquainted with it.

She, too, recognised Lord Harry.
X THERE was the Irish lord at the very time when Iris was most patiently resigned never to see him more, never to think of him as her husband again--reminding her of the first days of their love, and of their mutual confession of it! Fear of herself kept her behind the curtain; while interest in Lord Harry detained her at the window in hiding.
"All well at Rathco ?" he asked--mentioning the name of the house in which Arthur was one of the guests.
"Yes, my lord.

Mr.Mountjoy leaves us to-morrow." "Does he mean to return to the farm ?" "Sorry I am to say it; he does mean that." "Has he fixed any time, Miles, for starting on his journey ?" Miles instituted a search through his pockets, and accompanied it by an explanation.

Yes, indeed, Master Arthur had fixed a time; he had written a note to say so to Mistress Lewson, the housekeeper; he had said, "Drop the note at the farm, on your way to the village." And what might Miles want at the village, in the dark?
Medicine, in a hurry, for one of his master's horses that was sick and sinking.