His curious and altogether alien aspect, his strange gestures, like those of one who is rehearsing a scene to himself, and the unusual place and hour, were sufficient to account for any trepidation among the Hintock daughters at encountering him.
He paused, and looked round, as if he had forgotten where he was; not observing Giles, who was of the color of his environment.

The latter advanced into the light.

The gentleman held up his hand and came towards Giles, the two meeting half-way.
"I have lost my way," said the stranger.

"Perhaps you can put me in the path again." He wiped his forehead with the air of one suffering under an agitation more than that of simple fatigue.
"The turnpike-road is over there," said Giles "I don't want the turnpike-road," said the gentleman, impatiently.

"I came from that.