The furniture looked as if its manufacture had been coeval with the time of the Meynells, and the ghastly glare of the gas seemed a kind of anachronism.

After a few preliminary observations, which were not encouraged by Mr.Grewter's manner, I inquired whether he had ever heard the name of Meynell.
"Yes," he said; "there was a Meynell in this street when I was a young man--Christian Meynell, a carpet-maker by trade.

The business is still carried on--and a very old business it is, for it was an old business in Meynell's time; but Meynell died before I married, and his name is pretty well forgotten in Aldersgate-street by this time." "Had he no sons ?" I asked.
"Well, yes; he had one son, Samuel, a kind of companion of mine.

But he didn't take to the business, and when his father died he let things go anyhow, as you may say.

He was rather wild, and died two or three years after his father." "Did he die unmarried ?" "Yes.