Between two and three months after the events I have just been relating, Isaac Scatchard came to me, withered and old-looking before his time, just as you saw him to-day.

He had his testimonials to character with him, and he asked for employment here.

Knowing that my wife and he were distantly related, I gave him a trial in consideration of that relationship, and liked him in spite of his queer habits.

He is as sober, honest, and willing a man as there is in England.

As for his restlessness at night, and his sleeping away his leisure time in the day, who can wonder at it after hearing his story?
Besides, he never objects to being roused up when he's wanted, so there's not much inconvenience to complain of, after all." "I suppose he is afraid of a return of that dreadful dream, and of waking out of it in the dark ?" said I.
"No," returned the landlord.