It was now the sweetest hour of the twenty-four.Sunset was giving place to moonrise.I found a winding path where I might wander unseen,but it was not long before my step hasitated.Something made me pause-not a sound, not a sight,but a warning scent.This new scent was neither of leaf or flower;it was-I knew it well -Mr.Rochest's ciger.I saw him in the distance ,and Istepped aside to sheltered seat ."If i sit still.''I thought ," he will never see me.''