He had not the courage to offer them to herself.
One evening, as he went home, a man addressed him familiarly, but in a low voice.

Seaton looked at him attentively, and recognized him at last.
It was a convict called Butt, who had come over in the ship with him.

The man offered him a glass of ale; Seaton declined it.

Butt, a very clever rogue, seemed hurt.

So then Seaton assented reluctantly.