"What do you mean?" Jos asked, rubbing his eyes. The Captain did not in the least hear him or look at the stout gentleman in the nightcap, about whom he professed to have such a tender interest. The hypocrite was looking and listening with all his might in the direction of George's apartments, striding about the room, upsetting the chairs, beating the tattoo, biting his nails, and showing other signs of great inward emotion.

"What do you mean?" Jos asked, rubbing his eyes. The Captain did not hear him, for he was looking in the direction of George's apartments, biting his nails, and showing signs of great inward emotion.
