But he at once saw that there was another man in the room, seated in an arm chair near the window.

Kate, his Kate, was not there, but Mrs.O'Hara was standing at the head of the sofa, far away from the window and close to the door.
"It is Mr.Neville," said the priest.

"It is as well that he should come in." "Mr.Neville," said the man rising from his chair, "I am informed that you are a suitor for the hand of my daughter.

Your prospects in life are sufficient, sir, and I give my consent." The man was a thing horrible to look at, tall, thin, cadaverous, ill-clothed, with his wretched and all but ragged overcoat buttoned close up to his chin, with long straggling thin grizzled hair, red-nosed, with a drunkard's eyes, and thin lips drawn down at the corners of the mouth.

This was Captain O'Hara; and if any man ever looked like a convict returned from work in chains, such was the appearance of this man.