The owner of the face has no cravat on, and has opened his tumbled shirt-collar to work with the more ease.
For the same reason he has no coat on: only a loose waistcoat over his yellow linen.

His eyes are like the over-tried eyes of an engraver, but he is not that; his expression and stoop are like those of a shoemaker, but he is not that.
'Good evening, Mr Venus.

Don't you remember ?' With slowly dawning remembrance, Mr Venus rises, and holds his candle over the little counter, and holds it down towards the legs, natural and artificial, of Mr Wegg.
'To be SURE!' he says, then.

'How do you do ?' 'Wegg, you know,' that gentleman explains.
'Yes, yes,' says the other.

'Hospital amputation ?' 'Just so,' says Mr Wegg.
'Yes, yes,' quoth Venus.