There was some cooking going on at the stove, and an appetizing odour filled the air.
Cuthbert turned his curious glance upon the custodian of this strange place, and saw a man who was evidently a gentleman, though very plainly and simply dressed, and employed at this moment in menial toil.

He had a thin, worn face, and his eyes gleamed brightly under their heavy brows.

He looked like one who had seen both trouble and suffering, and had grown somewhat reckless under successive miseries, He on his side was attentively regarding Cuthbert.
"Thy name, good youth ?" he asked abruptly.
"Cuthbert Trevlyn," was the unhesitating rejoinder.
The lad had not yet learned the prudence of reticence in dealing with strangers.

He was neither ashamed of his errand nor of his name.
"Trevlyn--Trevlyn.

It is a good name, and I have heard it before.