He did not like it.

Why, then, did he touch it?
As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip.

He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch.

His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness.

What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things--the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man--how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four--broken, without resilience.