Ryder. Very little moon, but a clear, starry night.
Prisoner. Could you see the Mere, and the banks?
Ryder. Nay, but so much of it as faced my window.
Prisoner. Have you marked your window?
Ryder. I have.
Prisoner. Now mark the place where you heard Mr. Gaunt cry for help.
Ryder. 'T was about here,—under these trees. And that is why I could not see him: along of the shadow.
Prisoner. Possibly. Did you see me on that side the Mere?
Ryder. No.
Prisoner. What colored dress had I on at that time?