The meal was laid on a little round table.
There were but two covers, and Simmons alone was in waiting.
While they ate and drank, which his lordship did sparingly, not a word was spoken.

Donal would have found it embarrassing had he not been prepared for the peculiar.

His lordship took no notice of his guest, leaving him to the care of the butler.

He looked very white and worn--Donal thought a good deal worse than when he saw him first.

His cheeks were more sunken, his hair more gray, and his eyes more weary--with a consuming fire in them that had no longer much fuel and was burning remnants.