His companion, measuring the length of the lawn beside him, was a person of quite a different pattern, who, although he might have excited grave curiosity,would not, like the other, have provoked you to wish yourself, almost blindly, in his place. Tall, lean, loosely and feebly put together, he had an ugly, sickly, witty,charming face, furnished, but by no means decorated,with a straggling moustache and whisker. He looked clever and ill—a combination by no means felicitous;and he wore a brown velvet jacket. He carried his hands in his pockets, and there was something in the way he did it that showed the habit was inveterate.His gait had a shambling, wandering quality; he was not very 昀rm on his legs. As I have said, whenever he passed the old man in the chair he rested his eyes upon him; and at this moment, with their faces brought into relation, you would easily have seen they were father and son. The father caught his son＇s eye at last and gave him a mild, responsive smile.