The waterside character pulled his drowned cap over his ears with both hands, and making himself more round-shouldered than nature had made him, by the sullen and persistent slouch with which he went, went down the stairs, round by the Temple Church, across the Temple into Whitefriars, and so on by the waterside streets.

“Look at his hangdog air,” said Lightwood, following.

“It strikes me rather as a hang- man air,” returned Eugene. “He has undeniable intentions that way.”