I'd have preferred an undertaker; but I told him to stagger in, and he
floated noiselessly through the doorway like a healing zephyr. That
impressed me from the start. Meadows had had flat feet and used to clump.
This fellow didn't seem to have any feet at all. He just streamed in. He had
a grave, sympathetic face, as if he, too, knew what it was to sup with the
lads.