Inevitably the Reverend Lewis Penzance had found his way there, inevitably he had gained indifferently bestowed permission to entertain himself by endeavouring to reduce to order and to make an attempt at cataloguing.

Inevitably, also, the hours he spent in the place became the chief sustenance of his being.
There, one day, he had come upon an uncouth-looking boy with deep eyes and a shaggy crop of red hair.

The boy was poring over an old volume, and was plainly not disposed to leave it.

He rose, not too graciously, and replied to the elder man's greeting, and the friendly questions which followed.

Yes, he was the youngest son of the house.