“And for that individual, Mr. Venus,” remarks Wegg, when he is fully gone, “ I have been passed over! Let me ask you what you think of him?”

Apparently, Mr. Venus does not know what to think of him, for he makes sundry efforts to reply, without delivering himself of any other articulate utterance than that he has “a singular look.”

“A double look, you mean, sir,” rejoins Wegg, playing bitterly upon the word. “That’s his look. Any amount of singular look for me, but not a double look! That’s an underhanded mind, sir.”

“Do you say there’s something against him?” Venus asks.