Otherwise he was the same man.
When Ralph returned to Wythburn he brought with him a companion much older than himself, who forthwith became an inmate of his father's home, taking part as a servant in the ordinary occupations of the male members of the household.

This man had altogether a suspicious and sinister aspect which his manners did nothing to belie.

His name was James Wilson, and he was undoubtedly a Scot, though he had neither the physical nor the moral characteristics of his race.

His eyes were small, quick, and watchful, beneath heavy and jagged brows.

He was slight of figure and low of stature, and limped on one leg.