The day after his coming, and the next, for some reason the old stranger called Cameron remained in the brick house to which Harkness had brought him.

The young man, impatient for novelty, if for nothing else, began to wonder if he had sunk into some stupor of mind from which he would not emerge.

He had heard of him as a preacher, and as the conceptions of ordinary minds are made up only of the ideas directly presented to them, he had a vague notion that this old man continually preached.

As it was, he went to his work at the hotel on the third morning, and still left his strange guest in the old house, walking about in an empty room, munching some bread with his keen white teeth, his bright eyes half shut under their bushy brows.
Harkness came to the hotel disconcerted, and, meeting Eliza near the dining-room, took off his hat in sullen silence.

Several men in the room called after him as he passed.