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On
turning
her
eyes
in
the
opposite
direction
,
she
beheld
--
that
which
caused
her
something
more
than
surprise
.
She
saw
Maurice
Gerald
,
mounted
on
horseback
,
and
riding
down
the
road
!
Though
seated
somewhat
stiffly
in
the
saddle
,
and
going
at
a
slow
pace
,
it
was
certainly
he
.
The
glass
declared
his
identity
;
at
the
same
time
disclosing
the
fact
,
that
his
left
arm
was
suspended
in
a
sling
.
On
recognising
him
,
she
shrank
behind
the
parapet
--
as
she
did
so
,
giving
utterance
to
a
suppressed
cry
.
Why
that
anguished
utterance
?
Was
it
the
sight
of
the
disabled
arm
,
or
the
pallid
face
:
for
the
glass
had
enabled
her
to
distinguish
both
?
Neither
one
nor
the
other
.
Neither
could
be
a
cause
of
surprise
.
Besides
,
it
was
an
exclamation
far
differently
intoned
to
those
of
either
pity
or
astonishment
.
It
was
an
expression
of
sorrow
,
that
had
for
its
origin
some
heartfelt
chagrin
.
The
invalid
was
convalescent
.
He
no
longer
needed
to
be
visited
by
his
nurse
.
He
was
on
the
way
to
visit
her
!
Cowering
behind
the
parapet
--
screened
by
the
flower-spike
of
the
yucca
--
Louise
Poindexter
watched
the
passing
horseman
.
The
lorgnette
enabled
her
to
note
every
movement
made
by
him
--
almost
to
the
play
of
his
features
.
She
felt
some
slight
gratification
on
observing
that
he
turned
his
face
at
intervals
and
fixed
his
regard
upon
Casa
del
Corvo
.
It
was
increased
,
when
on
reaching
a
copse
,
that
stood
by
the
side
of
the
road
,
and
nearly
opposite
the
house
,
he
reined
up
behind
the
trees
,
and
for
a
long
time
remained
in
the
same
spot
,
as
if
reconnoitring
the
mansion
.
She
almost
conceived
a
hope
,
that
he
might
be
thinking
of
its
mistress
!
