I called to Kilian to stop a moment, I wanted to speak to Richard.

But when we stopped, the carriage in which he was to drive was just behind us--and some one in it said, Richard had walked.

He had not come back after he ran out to speak to us--must have struck across the fields and gone ahead.

And Richard walked home, five miles, that night! the only way to save himself from the deadly chill of the keen air, without his coat.
When we drove into the gate, at home, I stooped eagerly forward to get a sight of the house through the trees.

There was a light burning in the room over mine: that was all I wanted to know, and with a sigh of relief I sank back.
When we went into the hall, I remembered to hang Richard's coat upon a rack there, and then ran to my room.