'What are you looking for ?' 'I've lost my glasses, Jonas,' said old Anthony.
'Sit down without your glasses, can't you ?' returned his son.

'You don't eat or drink out of 'em, I think; and where's that sleepy-headed old Chuffey got to! Now, stupid.

Oh! you know your name, do you ?' It would seem that he didn't, for he didn't come until the father called.

As he spoke, the door of a small glass office, which was partitioned off from the rest of the room, was slowly opened, and a little blear-eyed, weazen-faced, ancient man came creeping out.

He was of a remote fashion, and dusty, like the rest of the furniture; he was dressed in a decayed suit of black; with breeches garnished at the knees with rusty wisps of ribbon, the very paupers of shoestrings; on the lower portion of his spindle legs were dingy worsted stockings of the same colour.