text:  Some astonishment seemed to rivet that look upon his face but half-visible by the dusky light--astonishment no longer painful when the Nabob emboldened renewed his now permitted clasp and only uttering "My _dear_! don't you know me?" in the tenderest tone to which ever manly voice was modulated increased his grasp to a passionate embrace advanced his face--his mouth to hers advanced and pressed unresisted--and before her bewildered eyes closed in that fainting fit which had been but suspended stood revealed to them (as proved by one delighted smile flashed out of all the settled gloom of that countenance ) as her heart's own David--no longer the night--wandering poor _Telynwr_ but David Fitzarthur of Talylynn Esq