At the arrival of her visitors she turned her head towards them.

"I hear your step, Miss Ashton," she said, "but the gentleman who attends you is not my lord, your father." "And why should you think so, Alice ?" said Lucy; "or how is it possible for you to judge so accurately by the sound of a step, on this firm earth, and in the open air ?" "My hearing, my child, has been sharpened by my blindness, and I can now draw conclusions from the slightest sounds, which formerly reached my ears as unheeded as they now approach yours.

Necessity is a stern but an excellent schoolmistress, and she that has lost her sight must collect her information from other sources." "Well, you hear a man's step, I grant it," said Lucy; "but why, Alice, may it not be my father's ?" "The pace of age, my love, is timid and cautious: the foot takes leave of the earth slowly, and is planted down upon it with hesitation; it is the hasty and determined step of youth that I now hear, and--could I give credit to so strange a thought--I should say is was the step of a Ravenswood." "This is indeed," said Ravenswood, "an acuteness of organ which I could not have credited had I not witnessed it.

I am indeed the Master of Ravenswood, Alice,--the son of your old master." "You!" said the old woman, with almost a scream of surprise--"you the Master of Ravenswood--here--in this place, and thus accompanied! I cannot believe it.

Let me pass my old hand over your face, that my touch may bear witness to my ears." The Master sate down beside her on the earthen bank, and permitted her to touch his features with her trembling hand.
"It is indeed!" she said--"it is the features as well as the voice of Ravenswood--the high lines of pride, as well as the bold and haughty tone.