He had sunk below shirts by the dozen; almost below single shirts, such as Mrs.
Shand and her daughters would be able to fabricate.

Some upper flannel garment, and something in the nature of trousers, with a belt round his middle, and an old straw-hat would be all the wardrobe required by him.
Men by dint of misery rise above the need of superfluities.

The poor wretch whom you see rolling himself, as it were, at the corner of the street within his old tattered filthy coat, trying to extract something more of life and warmth out of the last glass of gin which he has swallowed, is by no means discomposed because he has no clean linen for the morrow.

All this Caldigate understood thoroughly;--but there was a difficulty in explaining it to Dick Shand's mother.

'I think there would be some trouble about the address,' he said.
'But you must know so many people out there.' 'I have never been in Queensland myself, and have no acquaintance with squatters.