|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
That night as Easton walked home through the rain he felt very depressed. It had been a very bad summer for most people and he had [not fared better than the rest. A few weeks with one firm, a few days with another, then out of a job, then on again for a month perhaps,and so on.]
[William Easton] was a man of medium height, about twenty-three years old, with fair hair and moustache and blue eyes. He wore a stand-up collar with a coloured tie and his clothes, though shabby, were clean and neat.
He was married: his wife was a young woman whose acquaintance he had made when he happened to be employed with others painting the outside
of the house where she was a general servant. They had `walked out' for about fifteen months. Easton had been in no hurry to marry, for he knew that, taking good times with bad, his wages did no average a pound a week. At the end of that time, however, he found that he could not honourably delay longer, so they were married.