Having unloaded his mind in this soliloquy, Hench descended to breakfast and enjoyed that meal all alone, as he was late and every one was out. Spruce, indeed, was having breakfast in his room, and of this Hench was glad, as he always liked to read the newspaper while drinking his coffee. This would have been impossible had such a chattering magpie as the Nut been present. But he did not escape the attentions of his old schoolfellow entirely, for Spruce made his appearance just as he finished eating. The Nut wore a suit of cream-coloured serge with a black necktie, black boots, black gloves, and a black hat of soft felt. Hench stared.
"I say, you look like a negative," he remonstrated. "Don't go out in that get-up or you'll be mobbed."
"Oh, no," said Spruce smoothly; "only pointed at. I'm accustomed to that, as I have put on a different suit every day since coming here. It must be a pleasure for these Bethnal Green rotters to see a well-dressed man."
"I don't mind a fellow being well dressed," retorted Hench with emphasis, "but I do object to over-dressing."
Spruce shrugged his shoulders. "You never did care to look decent."
"I'm decent enough; confound your impudence!"
"What with that shaggy beard and shabby clothes, and----"
"There! There! Keep off the grass, Spruce. My clothes are well enough, although I do admit my beard is a trifle out of place. But when I returned from South America six months ago I never bothered to shave. Too much trouble."
"Well, if I were a good-looking chap such as you are, I would pay more attention to my appearance. Coming out for a walk?"
"No. Not with you in that get-up!"