He walked like a duck, flat-footed, minus the waddle.

He was pop-eyed, and the fumes of strong drink had loosened the tear-ducts so that his eyes swam in a perennial mist of tears.

His wife still called him William, but down town he was Bill.

He knew everybody in town, and everybody in town knew him.

There was a time when he had been on intimate terms with so distinguished a person as Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene.