'Carker in our House.

Not Carker our Manager, Miss Dombey--the other Carker; the Junior--Halloa! Mr Carker!' 'Is that Walter Gay ?' said the other, stopping and returning.

'I couldn't believe it, with such a strange companion.
As he stood near a lamp, listening with surprise to Walter's hurried explanation, he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him.

He was not old, but his hair was white; his body was bent, or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face.

The fire of his eyes, the expression of his features, the very voice in which he spoke, were all subdued and quenched, as if the spirit within him lay in ashes.