What _could_ that mean?
Why was she thus going forth alone, and clandestinely, at midnight?
His heart beat faster than ever.

For an instant all that he had read or heard from his wild companions, and what he had himself believed until he came to Gethin, of the wiles and inconstancy of woman, flashed upon his mind.

Had he, bred in the town, and familiar with all the ways of vice, been flattered and hoodwinked by a country wanton?
Impossible.

For, though there were no virtue in the world, he felt assured that Harry loved him, and him alone.

She must be walking in her sleep.