Scarcely had she so determined it, when the figure of a man on horseback drew her eyes to the window. He stopped at their gate. It was a gentleman⁠—it was Colonel Brandon himself. Now she could hear more; and she trembled in expectation of it. But it was not Colonel Brandon; neither his air, nor his height. Were it possible, she must say it must be Edward. She looked again. He had just dismounted: she could not be mistaken⁠—it was Edward. She moved away and sat down. “He comes from Mr. Pratt’s purposely to see us. I will be calm⁠—I will be mistress of myself.”