He still stood brooding in silence, when a gentleman in black came up--a clergyman, it might be seen at once, but neither Helstone, nor Malone, nor Donne, nor Sweeting. He might be forty years old; he was plain-looking, dark-complexioned, and already rather gray-haired. He stooped a little in walking. His countenance, as he came on, wore an abstracted and somewhat doleful air; but in approaching Farren he looked up, and then a hearty expression illuminated the preoccupied, serious face.
"Is it you, William? How are you?" he asked.
"Middling, Mr. Hall. How are _ye_? Will ye step in and rest ye?"

He stood brooding in silence, when a gentleman in black came up - a clergyman, but not one we have met before. He was about forty years old; plain-looking, and rather grey-haired. He wore an abstracted and somewhat doleful air; but on approaching Farren he looked up with a hearty expression.
"Is it you, William? How are you?" he asked.
"Middling, Mr. Hall. How are ye? Will ye step in and rest ye?"
