You haven't been sober for three weeks.

You've been soaking the whole time; and yet you pretend you're better than me!' 'What d'you mean ?' said Dick.
'Mean! You'll see when Mr.Torpenhow comes back.' It was not long to wait.

Torpenhow met Bessie on the staircase without a sign of feeling.

He had news that was more to him than many Bessies, and the Keneu and the Nilghai were trampling behind him, calling for Dick.
'Drinking like a fish,' Bessie whispered.

'He's been at it for nearly a month.' She followed the men stealthily to hear judgment done.
They came into the studio, rejoicing, to be welcomed over effusively by a drawn, lined, shrunken, haggard wreck,--unshaven, blue-white about the nostrils, stooping in the shoulders, and peering under his eyebrows nervously.