CHAPTER V.THE SYMPOSIUM.
Robert had scarcely turned out of the square on his way to find Shargar, when a horseman entered it.

His horse and he were both apparently black on one side and gray on the other, from the snow-drift settling to windward.

The animal looked tired, but the rider sat as easy as if he were riding to cover.

The reins hung loose, and the horse went in a straight line for The Boar's Head, stopping under the archway only when his master drew bridle at the door of the inn.
At that moment Miss Letty was standing at the back of Miss Napier's chair, leaning her arms upon it as she talked to her.

This was her way of resting as often as occasion arose for a chat with her elder sister.
Miss Letty's hair was gathered in a great knot at the top of her head, and little ringlets hung like tendrils down the sides of her face, the benevolence of which was less immediately striking than that of her sister's, because of the constant play of humour upon it, especially about the mouth.