They were not more than twenty paces away from the spot where Philip was standing, and in the moonlight he could clearly see the faces of the assembly, for the preacher was standing with his back to him.

From their dress, he judged that most of them belonged to the poorer classes; though three or four were evidently bourgeois of the well-to-do class.
Seated on the trunk on which the preacher was standing, and looking up at him so that her profile was clearly visible to Philip, sat a young girl, whose face struck Philip as of singular beauty.

The hood of the cloak in which she was wrapped had fallen back from her head, and her hair looked golden in the moonlight.

She was listening with rapt attention.

The moonlight glistened on a brooch, which held the cloak together at her throat.