"Yes, decent windows."
Although these two were on terms of almost brutal familiarity during office hours, here each felt slightly uncomfortable in the other's presence. Jenkins wiped his pallid, unhealthy face with a cambric handkerchief which he unfolded for the purpose.
"Been to church this morning?"
Meditatively Jenkins flicked some cigar-ash into the fire-grate, and then answered, "Yes."
"I thought so."
"Why?"
"Because you're such a swell."
"Ain't I, just!" Jenkins spoke with frank delight. "Two guineas the suit, my boy! Won't I knock 'em in the Wal—worth Road!"
"But where's your ring?" Richard asked, noticing the absence of the silver ring which Jenkins commonly wore on his left hand.
"Oh! I gave it to my sister. She wanted to give it to her young man."