'The object of his search and his unrelenting animosity, now a decrepit old man, was seated at a bare deal table, on which stood a miserable candle. He started on the entrance of the stranger, and rose feebly to his feet.
'"What now, what now?" said the old man. "What fresh misery is this? What do you want here?"
'"A word with you," replied Heyling. As he spoke,he seated himself at the other end of the table, and,throwing off his cloak and cap, disclosed his features.'The old man seemed instantly deprived of speech.He fell backward in his chair, and, clasping his hands together, gazed on the apparition with a mingled look of abhorrence and fear.