"Why aren't you round and amongst 'em, Burton, eh?
You're generally such a good 'un at rubbing it into them.

Why, the only two people I've seen you talk to this morning have left the place! What's wrong with you, man ?" "I only wish I knew," Burton replied, fervently.
Mr.Waddingon scratched his chin.
"What's the meaning of those clothes, eh ?" he demanded.

"You've lost your appearance, Burton--that's what you've done.

Not even a silk hat on a sale day!" "I'm sorry," Burton answered.

"To tell you the truth, I had forgotten that it was a sale day." Mr.Waddington looked curiously at his assistant, and the longer he looked, the more convinced he became that Burton was not himself.
"Well," he said, "I suppose you can't always be gassing if you're not feeling on the spot.