"Since I was within it—yes."
"Have you ever passed that way in your walk?"
"I have come to the top of the fields sometimes of an evening, and looked down. Once I saw Hortense in the garden watering her flowers, and I know at what time you light your lamp in the counting-house: I have waited for it to shine out now and then; and I have seen you bend between it and the window: I knew it was you—I could almost trace the outline of your form."
"I wonder I never encountered you: I occasionally walk to the top of the Hollow's fields after sunset."
"I know you do: I had almost spoken to you one night, you passed so near me."
"Did I? I passed near you, and did not see you! Was I alone?"
"I saw you twice, and neither time were you alone."
"Who was my companion? Probably nothing but Joe Scott, or my own shadow by moonlight."
"No; neither Joe Scott nor your shadow, Robert. The first time you were with Mr. Yorke; and the second time, what you call your shadow was a shape with a white forehead and dark curls, and a sparkling necklace round its neck; but I only just got a glimpse of you and that fairy shadow: I did not wait to hear you converse."
"It appears you walk invisible. I noticed a ring
