He cried out again: "I am a stranger here, and have lost my way; pray, help me." Then once more through the mist came the young girl, this time without her song, and stood before him; she was very beautiful, but with a pale face and frightened eyes.

"She is crazed, poor soul," thought Richard; and he smiled upon her with genuine pity.

She put her hand to her side, as though in pain, or to repress some tumult of her heart.
"Where is it you wish to go, Sir ?" "To Gethin; where there is an inn, I believe.

Is it not so ?" "Yes, Sir." Her words were sane and concise enough, but the tone in which they were spoken was tremulous and alarmed.
"You are not afraid of me, are you ?" said Richard, in the voice that he had inherited from his mother.
"No, Sir, no," answered she, hurriedly; "only the fog was so thick, and I was startled.

I did not expect to find any body here.