The gallop became a trot.
"He is riding to the door," said Wogan.

"The light falls on your face;" and he drew Clementina into the shadow of the wall.

But at the same moment the rider changed his mind.

He swerved; it seemed too that he used his spurs, for his horse bounded beneath him and galloped past the inn.

He disappeared into the darkness, and the sound of the horse diminished.