“Pray pardon me,” said a clear, loud, yet courteous voice, “but seeing a light at your window, I have ventured to ask if any one within will conduct me to ———; I will pay the service handsomely.”
“Open the door, Alley,” said the owner of the hut.
The girl drew a large wooden bolt from the door; and a tall figure crossed the threshold.
The new-comer was in the first bloom of youth, perhaps about eighteen years of age, and his air and appearance surprised both sire and daughter. Alone, on foot, at such an hour, it was impossible for any one to mistake him for other than a gentleman; yet his dress was plain and somewhat soiled by dust, and he carried a small knapsack on his shoulder. As he entered, he lifted his hat with somewhat of foreign urbanity, and a profusion of fair brown hair fell partially over a high and commanding forehead. His features were handsome, without being eminently so, and his aspect was at once bold and prepossessing.
“I am much obliged by your civility,” he said, advancing carelessly and addressing the man, who surveyed him with a scrutinising eye; “and trust, my good fellow, that you will increase the obligation by accompanying me to ———.”
“You can’t miss well your way,” said the man surlily: “the lights will direct you.”
“They have rather misled me, for they seem to surround the whole common, and there is no path across it that I can see; however, if you will put me in the right road, I will not trouble you further.”
“It is very late,” replied the churlish landlord, equivocally.
“The better reason why I should be at ———. Come, my good friend, put on your hat, and I will give you half a guinea for your trouble.”
The man advanced, then halted; again surveyed his guest, and said, “Are you quite alone, sir?”