He remembered too that for weeks he had not been able to wash, and that very morning, as he saw himself in a looking-glass at a shop-window, he had been deeply shocked at his own appearance.

His face was white as a sheet, the fair hair matted and tangled, the eyes sunken and surrounded with a dark color, and dead and lustreless.

No! he could not meet Wildney as a sick and ragged sailor-boy; perhaps even he might not be recognised if he did.

He drew back, and hid himself till the merry-hearted pair had passed, and it was almost with a pang of jealousy that he saw how happy Wildney could be, while _he_ was thus; but he cast aside the unworthy thought at once.

"After all, how is poor Charlie to know what has happened to me ?".