He looks pale.

My dear, that boy will certainly break down." "I don't believe it," answered Mr.Ambrose still looking out of the window.

His hands were in his pockets, thrusting the skirts of his clerical coat to right and left; he slowly raised himself upon his toes and let himself down again, repeating the operation as though it helped him to think.
"That is the way you spoil all your coats, Augustin," said his wife looking at him from behind.

"I assure you, my dear, that boy is not well.
Poor fellow, all alone at college with nobody to look after him--" "We have all had to go through that.

I do not think it hurts him a bit," said the vicar, slowly removing his hands from his pockets in deference to his wife's suggestion.
"Then what is it, I would like to know?
There is certainly something the matter.