'Yes, things are very bad with me,' he repeated, perceiving their commiserating glances at his clothes.
They brought him nearer the fire, took his hat from his thin hand, which was so small and smooth as to show that his attempts to fetch up again had not been in a manual direction.

His mother resumed her inquiries, and dubiously asked if he had chosen to come that particular night for any special reason.
For no reason, he told her.

His arrival had been quite at random.

Then Philip Hall looked round the room, and saw for the first time that the table was laid somewhat luxuriously, and for a larger number than themselves; and that an air of festivity pervaded their dress.

He asked quickly what was going on.
'Sally is going to be married in a day or two,' replied the mother; and she explained how Mr.Darton, Sally's intended husband, was coming there that night with the groomsman, Mr.Johns, and other details.