You won't think my mentioning this a liberty, I hope ?" "What about your own red tie and dirty collar ?" young Clarkson asked, indignantly.

"What price your eight and sixpenny trousers, eh, with the blue stripe and the grease stains?
What about the sham diamond stud in your dickey, and your three inches of pinned on cuff?
Fancy your appearance, perhaps! Why, I wouldn't walk the streets in such a rig-out!" Burton listened to his junior's attack unresentingly but with increasing bewilderment.

Then he slipped from his seat and walked hurriedly across to the looking-glass, which he took down from its nail.

He gazed at himself long and steadily and from every possible angle.

It is probable that for the first time in his life he saw himself then as he really was.