The dusk was thickening fast; Burr and the two young men who were working with him were hurrying to finish the decorations before candlelight when Richard Hautville came in.

Burr started when he saw him.

He looked so like his sister in the dim light that he thought for a moment she was there.
Richard did not notice him at all.

He hustled by him roughly and approached the other two young men.

"Louis can't fiddle to-night," he announced, curtly.