On his right-hand side sat his sad and silent daughter.

She signed to me, with a ghostly solemnity, to take the vacant place on the left of her father.

Silas Meadowcroft came in at the same moment, and was presented to me by his brother.

There was a strong family likeness between them, Ambrose being the taller and the handsomer man of the two.

But there was no marked character in either face.