'We are dreadfully
real, Mr Carker,'
said Mrs Skewton;
'are we not?' 
...
Mr Dombey
in the meantime
stood bolt
upright in the carriage
like a highly
respectable ghost,
looking on too;

while Cleopatra
and the Major dallied
as two ancient
doves might do.

(from Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)