He appeared a comfortable owner of something, a man from whom the common run of mortals could well expect gratuities.

Being now forty-three years of age, and comfortably built, walking was not easy.

He had not been used to exercise for many years.
His legs tired, his shoulders ached, and his feet pained him at the close of the day, even when he took street cars in almost every direction.

The mere getting up and down, if long continued, produced this result.
The fact that people took him to be better off than he was, he well understood.

It was so painfully clear to him that it retarded his search.