He came out a strange papery white.

His face, losing its drugged, feverish stupor, had in that short time acquired a bewildered and harassed expression.

He walked straight to the sofa, and stood looking down at his overcoat lying there, as though he were afraid to touch it.
"What's the matter ?" asked Mrs Verloc in a subdued voice.

Through the door left ajar she could see that the customer was not gone yet.
"I find I'll have to go out this evening," said Mr Verloc.

He did not attempt to pick up his outer garment.
Without a word Winnie made for the shop, and shutting the door after her, walked in behind the counter.