Lister's muscles were hard, but his body and face were thin.

He looked fine-drawn and alert; his talk was direct and quick.

As a rule, his skin was brown, but now the brown was gone, and the lines on his face were deeper.

His injury accounted for something and he felt the reaction from a strain he had hardly noted while it must be borne.

Although he had not altogether hidden his bandage and his clothes were not the latest fashion, Ruth Duveen was satisfied.