Two figures had watched his windows all night long, sinister shadows that always met his eye when it penetrated the gloom of the moonlit forest.
Lord and Lady Deppingham were on the pier before him.

Excitement and joy illumined her face; her eyes were sparkling with anticipation; he could almost see that she trembled in her eagerness.

He came quite close to them before they saw him.

Exhilaration no doubt was responsible for the very agreeable smile of recognition that she bestowed upon him.

Or, perhaps it was inspired by womanly pity for the man whose loneliness was even greater and graver than her own.