Men do evil in the dark because others cannot see them; they think evil in the dark because they cannot see themselves.
With the first faint gray of dawn there came to me thoughts of Madge.

I had forgotten her, but her familiar spirit, the light, brought me back to its fair mistress.
When our coach reached the stone bridge I looked up to the Hall and saw Madge standing at the open casement of the tower window.

She had been watching there all night, I learned, hoping for our speedy and safe return, and had been warned of our approach by the noise of the tramping guard.

I drew back from the coach window, feeling that I was an evil shade slinking away before the spirit of light..