Audrey

He seated himself upon the stump of a tree, and, giving all his attention

to the snow, began to whistle a thoughtful air. Hugon glanced at him with

fierce black eyes and twitching lips, much desiring a quarrel; then

thought better of it, and before the tune had come to an end was making

with his long and noiseless stride his lonely way to Williamsburgh, and

the ordinary in Nicholson Street.