No, not just as usual.

Had I appeared just as usual, it might have been easier for the company generally to believe that I was really sound, but when my face presented a brilliant combination of most of the colours of the rainbow, the effect was rather sensational.
"Why, if it's not Batchelor," exclaimed Doubleday; not, however, advancing open-armed to meet me, but edging towards the far end of the desk, and dexterously insinuating Crow and Wallop between me and his precious person.

"Why, we heard you had smallpox." "So we thought yesterday," said I, gravely, half aggravated still that I had been defrauded of that distinction.
"Oh, you did, did you ?" said Doubleday, gradually working back to his own seat.

"Well, you _have_ got something on your face to show for it; hasn't he, Wallop ?" "Looks as if he'd been painting up for the South Sea Islands," observed Wallop.
"That's rather a showy tint of yellow down his left cheek," said Crow.
"Very fashionable colour just now." "Did you lay it on yourself ?" said Doubleday, "or did you get any one to help you ?" "Oh," I said, in as off-hand a manner as I could, "I was having a little box with Whipcord up at the Field-marshal's.

You weren't there, by the way, Doubleday.