He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason, John Smith.' 'Oh,' said Elfride indifferently, and returned towards her bleak station, and waited and shivered again.

It was a trifle, after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief.

But her new friend had promised, and why should he tease her so?
The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard.
It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile, motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque.

Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise, and he vanished without making a sign.
He returned at midday.

Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious, severe.