Turning and looking back, they saw the post-house, now much declined in brightness; and speeding away northward the two tremulous bright dots of my Lord Windermoor's chaise-lamps.

Mr.Archer followed these yellow and unsteady stars until they dwindled into points and disappeared.
'There goes my only friend,' he said.

'Death has cut off those that loved me, and change of fortune estranged my flatterers; and but for you, poor bankrupt, my life is as lonely as this moor.' The tone of his voice affected both of them.

They stood there on the side of the moor, and became thrillingly conscious of the void waste of the night, without a feature for the eye, and except for the fainting whisper of the carriage-wheels without a murmur for the ear.

And instantly, like a mockery, there broke out, very far away, but clear and jolly, the note of the mail-guard's horn.