It was so dark that he could see nothing but the figure of one at work by a table, on which stood a single candle.

There was but a spark of fire in the dreary grate, and Letty was colder than any one could know, for she was at the moment making down the last woolly garment she had, in the vain hope of warming her baby.
She looked up.

She had thought it was the landlady, and had waited for her to speak.

She gazed for a moment in bewilderment, saw who it was, and jumped up half frightened, half ready to go wild with joy.

All the memories of Godfrey rushed in a confused heap upon her, and overwhelmed her.