Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Ennison, or any other young man. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. "Bring the light, Nab.