Burton's new suit was not wearing well.

It showed signs of exposure to the weather.

The young man himself was thin and pale.

It was not for Mr.
Waddington to appreciate the soft brilliance of his eyes, the altered curves of his lips.

From his intensely practical point of view, his late employee was certainly in low water.
"Hullo, Burton!" he exclaimed, coming to a standstill and taking the pipe from his mouth.
"How do you do, sir ?" Burton replied, civilly.
Getting on all right, eh?
"Very nicely indeed, thank you, sir." Mr.Waddington grunted.
"Hm! You don't look like it! Got a job yet ?" "No, sir." "Then how the devil can you be getting on at all ?" Mr.Waddington inquired.
Burton smiled quite pleasantly.
"It does seem queer, sir," he admitted.