His eyes had lost their dreamy look, he glanced furtively about him, he had the air of a man who has committed a crime and fears detection.

His dress was not nearly so neat as usual.

Mr.Waddington, whose bachelor evening clothes--a loose dinner-jacket and carefully tied black tie--were exactly as they should be, glanced disparagingly at his visitor.
"My dear Burton," he gasped, "whatever is the matter with you?
You seem all knocked over." Burton had thrown himself into a chair.

He was contemplating the little silver box which he had drawn from his pocket.
"I've got to take one of these," he muttered, "that's all.

When I have eaten it, there will be three left.