"He will never pay it!" says the young man, resuming his examination. "It is beyond a doubt that he is indeed as dead as Pharaoh; and to judge from his appearance and condition, I should think it a happy release. Yet he must have been a good figure when a youth, and I dare say, good-looking." He says this, not unfeelingly, while sitting on the bedstead's edge with his face towards that other face and his hand upon the region of the heart. "I recollect once thinking there was something in his manner, uncouth as it was, that denoted a fall in life. Was that so?" he continues, looking round.
Krook replies, "You might as well ask me to describe the ladies whose heads of hair I have got in sacks downstairs. Than that he was my lodger for a year and a half and lived--or didn't live--by law-writing, I know no more of him."

"He will never pay it!" says the young man. "He is indeed as dead as Pharaoh; and I should think it a happy release. Yet he must have been a good figure when a youth, and I dare say, good-looking." He says this not unfeelingly. "I recollect once thinking there was something in his manner that denoted a fall in life. Was that so?"
Krook replies, "I only know that he was my lodger for a year and a half and lived - or didn't live - by law-writing, I know no more of him."
