Good-evening

"Instead of passing the house towards the town, he turned up to the door and rode toward her. She was too familiar with the scenes of danger, and the incidents of those warlike times to feel alarm, and waited quietly his approach to the door-stone. / “Good-evening, maiden,” he said with a foreign accent; “I pray you give me your hospitality a brief space—I and my horse are both wounded, and he will carry me no farther, I fear.”"