Not that he ever explained anything.

His anxiety to avoid all questions about his lodger was sufficiently obvious.

Yet that he had somehow obtained some hint of a dark side to Wilson's character, every one felt satisfied.
No other person seemed to know with certainty what were Wilson's means of livelihood.

The Scotchman was not employed by the farmers and shepherds around Wythburn, and he had neither land nor sheep of his own.

He would set out early and return late, usually walking in the direction of Gaskarth.