And I took you for a Raby!" With these bitter words he vanished, with flashing eyes and a look of magnificent scorn, and left his fiery, haughty features imprinted clearly on Henry's memory.
One evening, as he plied his hammer, he heard a light sound at a window, in an interval of his own noise.

He looked hastily up, and caught a momentary sight of a face disappearing from the window.

It was gone like a flash even as he caught sight of it.
Transient as the glance was, it shook him greatly.

He heated a bar of iron white hot at one end, and sallied out into the night.

But there was not a creature to be seen.
Then he called aloud, "Who's there ?" No reply.