The Tavern Knight came forward.

"I am Sir Crispin Galliard, at your service," said he, bowing.

"I was told that the master of Marleigh was returned, and that I should find you here, and I hasten, sir, to proffer you my thanks for the generous shelter this house has given me this fortnight past." Whilst he spoke he measured Joseph with his eyes, and his glance was as hateful as his words were civil.

Joseph was lost in amazement.

Little trace was there in this fellow of the Roland Marleigh he had known.
Moreover, he had looked to find an older man, forgetting that Roland's age could not exceed thirty-eight.