Hismannerwasnoteffusive。Itseldomwas；buthewasglad，I
think，toseeme。Withhardlyawordspoken，butwithakindlyeye，hewavedmetoanarmchair，threwacrosshiscaseofcigars，andindicatedaspiritcaseandagasogeneinthecorner。Thenhestoodbeforethefire，andlookedmeoverinhissingularintrospectivefashion。
“Wedlocksuitsyou，“heremarked。“Ithink，Watson，thatyouhaveputonsevenandahalfpoundssinceIsawyou。“
“Seven，“Ianswered。
“Indeed，Ishouldhavethoughtalittlemore。Justatriflemore，Ifancy，Watson。Andinpracticeagain，Iobserve。Youdidnottellmethatyouintendedtogointoharness。“