There was an appearance about Richard Shingle of having been dressed and had his hair brushed by somebody else, with the result that he was not quite comfortable; and every now and then he looked at the stubby fingers of his right hand, and had a bite at the hard skin at the sides, as if to help them to grow soft and genteel; for though as clean as if he had boiled them every day, to get them rid of old stains, they looked as thorough a pair of workman's hands as it was possible to encounter in friendly grasp or clenched in warfare unpleasantly near your nose. "Phew! this is hard work," said Dick, pulling out a crimson silk handkerchief and wiping his forehead. Then, laying down the paper, he rose, crossed the room, and poured himself out a little brandy from a decanter, before taking up a bottle of soda-water. There was a sharp explosion: the cork struck a gas globe with a loud ring, and before Dick could pour out the contents of the bottle, half of it was on the Turkey carpet, drenching his hands and the front of his dressing-gown. "If it was only genteel to swear," he thought, "I'd have such a good one. Yah, it's as gassy as brother Max. Wonder he has never found me out. Here's a pretty mess! Ah! that's better, though," he continued, as he poured out and drank the refreshing draught before returning to his seat, wiping his hands upon his crimson silk handkerchief. "It's very good sort of stuff, brandy and soda, specially the brandy; but I don't know that I like it so well as half a pint of beer just drawn up cool out of a cellar, with plenty of head. Ah, those were days after all!" he said, sorrowfully. "One can't go and have half-pints now. Hold hard, my lad! Taboo! taboo! That's all taboo, you know. "Well, I was always grumbling then, and wanting to be well off; but, somehow, we was very happy," he continued, reseating himself in his easy chair. "Now I'm well off, I'm always feeling as if I wanted something else. But I don't know: if Jessie would only look all right again, and matters be square, I don't think I should grumble much. Well, here goes once more." He gave the paper a fierce shake, got his leg well over the arm of the chair, and went on reading aloud.