"That's he, just turning this way--the one to the right." Alice nodded in token that she understood, and then stood watching while he came up.

Mrs.Worthington and Hugh were watching too, not him particularly, for they did not even know which was Sullivan, but stood waiting for the whole long line advancing slowly toward them, their eyes cast down with conscious shame, as if they shrank from being seen.

One of them, however, was wholly unabashed.

He thought it probable the keeper would point him out; he knew they used to do so when he first came there, but he did not care; he rather liked the notoriety, and when he saw that Alice seemed waiting for him, he fixed his keen eyes on her, starting at the sight of so much beauty, end never even glancing at the other visitors, at Mrs.Worthington and Hugh, who, a little apart from each other, saw him at the same moment, both turning cold and faint, the one with surprise, and the other with a horrid, terrible fear.
It needed but a glance to assure Hugh that he stood in the presence of the man who with strangely winning powers had tempted him to sin--the villain who had planned poor Adah's marriage--Monroe, her guardian, whose sudden disappearance had been so mysterious.

Hugh never knew how he controlled himself from leaping into that walk and compelling the bold wretch to tell if he knew aught of the base deserter, Willie Hastings' father.