remainedquitesilentandmotionless，andinanothermomentthevoicecontinued，’What，noanswer？whatcanthegentlemanofthehousebeaboutthathemakesnoanswer？perhapsthegentlemanofthehousemaybedarninghisstockings？’Thereuponafacepeeredintothedoorofthetent，atthefartherextremityofwhichIwasstretched。Itwasthatofawoman，butowingtothepostureinwhichshestood，withherbacktothelight，andpartlyowingtoalargestrawbonnet，Icoulddistinguishbutverylittleofthefeaturesofhercountenance。Ihad，however，recognisedhervoice；
itwasthatofmyoldacquaintance，Mrs。Herne。’Ho，ho，sir!’
saidshe，’hereyouare。Comehere，Leonora，’saidshetothegypsygirl，whopressedinattheothersideofthedoor；’hereisthegentleman，notasleep，butonlystretchedoutafterdinner。
Sitdownonyourham，child，atthedoor，Ishalldothesame。
There-youhaveseenmebefore，sir，haveyounot？’