At the opposite end of the room a curtained door led (as I guessed) to the chamber that I had first seen illuminated.

All this I took in with the tail of my eye, while staring straight in front, where, in the middle of a great square of carpet, between me and the windows, stood a table with a red cloth upon it.

On this cloth were a couple of wax candles lit, in silver stands, a tray, and a decanter three-parts full of brandy.

And between me and the table stood a man.
He stood sideways, leaning a little back, as if to keep his shadow off the threshold, and looked at me over his left shoulder--a bald, grave man, slightly under the common height, with a long clerical coat of preposterous fit hanging loosely from his shoulders, a white cravat, black breeches, and black stockings.

His feet were loosely thrust into carpet slippers.