Chapter 13

From Soho Square--on the south-west side, I suppose--a filthy, shabby little square branched off, called Bateman's Buildings. I was standing trembling in the corner of this nasty place when I stumbled upon a gentleman, who looked like a soldier; He was a slender old man, clean-cut, with a yellow face, and gray hair, like soldiers except for cavalry, who did not wear mustaches then.

 He was dressed in a blue frock coat, almost white at the seams, and a silver medallion with a faded ribbon across his chest, he had a set of colored banners in his hat, and he carried a bamboo cane under his arm. His sleeve was dressed in golden stripes, very dull; On his crimson collar was embroidered with a golden lion, and on his shoulders he had epaulets, small, light gold much like two sets of teeth from a dentist's glass case covered in bullion.

The military man said happily, "How are you, boy?"

And I replied that I am the most miserable in the world.

The military man,