Perch, soon returning, said, 'Will Captain Cuttle walk this way ?' Mr Carker the Manager, standing on the hearth-rug before the empty fireplace, which was ornamented with a castellated sheet of brown paper, looked at the Captain as he came in, with no very special encouragement.
'Mr Carker ?' said Captain Cuttle.
'I believe so,' said Mr Carker, showing all his teeth.
The Captain liked his answering with a smile; it looked pleasant.

'You see,' began the Captain, rolling his eyes slowly round the little room, and taking in as much of it as his shirt-collar permitted; 'I'm a seafaring man myself, Mr Carker, and Wal'r, as is on your books here, is almost a son of mine.' 'Walter Gay ?' said Mr Carker, showing all his teeth again.
'Wal'r Gay it is,' replied the Captain, 'right!' The Captain's manner expressed a warm approval of Mr Carker's quickness of perception.

'I'm a intimate friend of his and his Uncle's.

Perhaps,' said the Captain, 'you may have heard your head Governor mention my name ?--Captain Cuttle.' 'No!' said Mr Carker, with a still wider demonstration than before.
'Well,' resumed the Captain, 'I've the pleasure of his acquaintance.
I waited upon him down on the Sussex coast there, with my young friend Wal'r, when--in short, when there was a little accommodation wanted.' The Captain nodded his head in a manner that was at once comfortable, easy, and expressive.

'You remember, I daresay ?' 'I think,' said Mr Carker, 'I had the honour of arranging the business.' 'To be sure!' returned the Captain.