His book was a battered copy of 'Anson's Voyages,' which also came from 'Lias's store, and he had been straining his eyes over it with enchantment.
Then had come the sudden noise upstairs and down, and his candle and his pleasure had gone out together.

The heavy footsteps of his uncle and aunt ascending warned him to keep quiet.

They turned into their room, and locked their door as their habit was.

David noiselessly opened his window and looked out.
A clear moonlight reigned outside.

He could distinguish the rounded shapes, the occasional movements of the sheep in their pen to the right of the farmyard.