"He is an angel, I dare say." She added with a delicious irrelevance, which was, however, perfectly understood by her feminine auditors, "We are looking like three frights." Cautiously skirting the fences, they at last pulled up a few feet from a dark wall.

The stranger proceeded to assist them to alight.

There was still some light from the reflected snow; and as he handed his fair companions to the ground, each was conscious of undergoing an intense though respectful scrutiny.

He assisted them gravely to open the window, and then discreetly retired to the sleigh until the difficult and somewhat discomposing ingress was made.

He then walked to the window.
"Thank you and good night!" whispered three voices.