"Look," cry his tittering audience to each other, "he's blushing!"
"Just watch his legs," says one.
"Do you notice how he is sitting?" adds another; "right on the edge of the chair."
"Seems to have plenty of colour," sneers a military-looking gentleman.
"Pity he's got so many hands," murmurs an elderly lady, with her own calmly folded on her lap. They quite confuse him."
"A yard or two off his feet wouldn't be a disadvantage," chimes in the comic man, "especially as he seems so anxious to hide them."
And then another suggests that with such a voice he ought to have been a sea captain. Some draw attention to the desperate way in which he is grasping his hat. Some comment upon his limited powers of conversation. Others remark upon the troublesome nature of his cough. And so on, until his peculiarities and the company are both thoroughly exhausted.
His friends and relations make matters still more unpleasant for the poor boy (friends and relations are privileged to be more disagreeable than other people). Not content with making fun of him amongst themselves, they insist on his seeing the joke. They mimic and caricature him for his own edification. One, pretending to imitate him, goes outside, and comes in again in a ludicrously nervous manner, explaining to
