But there was something in his face, and something in my own recollections--I can hardly say what--which unaccountably restrained me from speaking and which as unaccountably attracted me to him at once, and made me feel ready and glad to accept his proposal.
He took his assistant's place on that very day.

We got on together as if we had been old friends from the first; but, throughout the whole time of his residence in my house, he never volunteered any confidences on the subject of his past life, and I never approached the forbidden topic except by hints, which he resolutely refused to understand.
I had long had a notion that my patient at the inn might have been a natural son of the elder Mr.Holliday's, and that he might also have been the man who was engaged to Arthur's first wife.

And now another idea occurred to me, that Mr.Lorn was the only person in existence who could, if he chose, enlighten me on both those doubtful points.

But he never did choose, and I was never enlightened.

He remained with me till I removed to London to try my fortune there as a physician for the second time, and then he went his way and I went mine, and we have never seen one another since.
I can add no more.