He was very like Clear in figure and manner; but, of course, the resemblance in the face was not very close, as Clear had been clean shaven, whereas the real Vrain wore a beard.

The eyes were dim and weak-looking, and altogether Lucian saw that Vrain was not fitted to battle with the world in any way, and quite weak enough to become the prey of villains, as had been his sad fate.
"My name is Mark Vrain, young sir," said he, beginning his story without further preamble.

"I lived in Berwin Manor, Bath, with my wife Lydia, but she treated me badly by letting another man love her, and I left her.

Oh, yes, sir, I left her.

I went away to Salisbury, and was very happy there with my books, but, alas! I took morph----" "Vrain!" said Jorce, holding up his finger, "no!" "Of course, of course," said the old man, with a watery smile, "I mean I was very happy there.