But his shabbiness now surpassed anything Johnny had known, because Bland had evidently made pitiful attempts to hide it.

That, Johnny guessed, was because of the hussy Bland had mentioned.
Bland's shoes were worn through on the sides, and he had blackened his ragged socks to hide the holes.

Somewhere he had got a blue serge coat, from which the lining sagged in frayed wrinkles.

His pockets were torn down at the corners; buttons were gone, grease spots and beer stains patterned the cloth.

Under the coat he wore a pink-and-white silk shirt, much soiled and with the neck frankly open, imitating sport style because of missing buttons.