William is with him; he took a horse for Arthur to the stage house." The father stood looking forward, the wind gently lifting the thin white hair from his temples; his cheek flushed, his clear blue eye beaming with delight.

The horseman approached.

The old man could not distinguish his face, yet there was no mistaking his gay and gallant bearing.

The spirited and handsome animal that bore him flew over the gravelled avenue.

Only a few minutes elapsed from the time he was first seen to the moment when the father laid his head upon his son's shoulder; and while he was clasped to that youthful and manly heart experienced sensations of joy such as are not often felt here.
Alice had known, too, that it was he.