A fine, upright man he was, nearly as tall as you, sir, but very slim.

Those soldiers always carry themselves well." "How do you know he was a soldier ?" quickly rejoined Mr.Carlyle.
"Afy told me so.

'The Captain' she used to call him; but she said he was not a captain yet awhile--the next grade to it, a--a----" "Lieutenant ?" suggested Mr.Carlyle.
"Yes, sir, that was it--Lieutenant Thorn." "Joyce," said Mr.Carlyle, "has it never struck you that Afy is more likely to have followed Lieutenant Thorn than Richard Hare ?" "No, sir," answered Joyce; "I have felt certain always that she is with Richard Hare, and nothing can turn me from the belief.

All West Lynne is convinced of it." Mr.Carlyle did not attempt to "turn her from her belief." He dismissed her, and sat on still, revolving the case in all its bearings.
Richard Hare's short interview with his mother had soon terminated.

It lasted but a quarter of an hour, both dreading interruptions from the servants; and with a hundred pounds in his pocket, and desolation in his heart, the ill-fated young man once more quitted his childhood's home.
Mrs.Hare and Barbara watched him steal down the path in the telltale moonlight, and gain the road, both feeling that those farewell kisses they had pressed upon his lips would not be renewed for years, and might not be forever..