Hence he was no favorite in Wythburn, where few or none visited him.

Latterly Sim's troubles seemed to drive him from his home for long walks in the night.

While the daylight lasted his work gave occupation to his mind, but when the darkness came on he had no escape from haunting thoughts, and roamed about the lanes in an effort to banish them.

It was to this man's home that Wilson turned when he was shut out of Shoulthwaite Moss.

Naturally enough, the sinister Scot was a welcome if not an agreeable guest when he came as lodger, with money to pay, where poverty itself seemed host.
Old Wilson had not chosen the tailor's house as his home on account of any comforts it might be expected to afford him.