It is Lyndall, followed by Doss.
Quietly as she enters, he hears her, and turns.
"I thought you were not coming." "I waited till all had gone to bed.

I could not come before." She removed the shawl that enveloped her, and the stranger rose to offer her his chair; but she took her seat on a low pile of sacks before the window.
"I hardly see why I should be outlawed after this fashion," he said, reseating himself and drawing his chair a little nearer to her; "these are hardly the quarters one expects to find after travelling a hundred miles in answer to an invitation." "I said, 'Come if you wish.'" "And I did wish.

You give me a cold reception." "I could not take you to the house.

Questions would be asked which I could not answer without prevarication." "Your conscience is growing to have a certain virgin tenderness," he said, in a low, melodious voice.
"I have no conscience.

I spoke one deliberate lie this evening.