looking more placidly well-to-do than ever. The saying is that clothes

make a man, but HE made his almost respectable just by wearing them.

Then he'd consult his watch -- (he stuck to the watch all through,

and it seemed a good one -- I often wondered why he didn't pawn it);

then he'd turn slowly, right turn, and look down the street.

Then slowly back, left-about turn, and take a cool survey in that direction,

as if calmly undecided whether to take a cab and drive to the Exchange,

or (as it was a very fine morning, and he had half an hour to spare)