It can't be Anthony Cardew, unless there are white blackbirds.

Hair black as jet." "Perhaps Captain Cardew may have become white, sister," Miss Henrietta put in humbly.
"White! What would make him white ?" Miss Bride asked angrily.

"He can't be forty.

I remember him the very day his sister was run away with--" She pulled herself up suddenly, and turned to me with an air of great kindness.
"'Tis my tongue is running away with me," she said.

"Excuse me, Bawn, my dear.