We'll see." The moon shone that night, much to Sweetwater's discomforture.

As he moved about the stable-yard, he momentarily expected to see the window of the alcove thrown up and to hear Mr.Cumberland's voice raised in loud command for him to quit the premises.

But no such interruption came.

The lonely watcher, whose solitary figure he could just discern above the unshaded sill, remained immovable, with his head buried in his arms, but whether in sleep or in brooding misery, there was naught to tell.
The rest of the house presented an equally dolorous and forsaken appearance.

There were lights in the kitchen and lights in the servants' rooms at the top of the house, but no sounds either of talking or laughing.