The squalid scene composed itself around him; the common accents, the burning gas-jets in the shops, odours of fish and spirits and wet sawdust, moving men and women. "And how much will YOU, Miles, have to tell him? There are things he'll ask you!" He turned it over. --Too bad! Too bad! said uncle Charles. "I quite agree--in regard to Griffin's ghost, or whatever it was-- that its appearing first to the little boy, at so tender an age, adds a particular touch.