And this was the very terrace on which the old warrior used to walk, and that little turret-chamber there was his room! Ah! strange how the reflection of the moon should make it appear as if there were a light in the room! If he were not certain no light was there, he could have vowed that was one.

Bah! he wished Geordie had kept his story to himself, it made him feel quite dismal.
Hark! A footstep! He was certain he heard one, close at his side too.

He stood still and listened.

Everything was silent.

He moved on again.