Fellow has the wrong clothes and all that. French chap-or Belgian. Queer fellow, but he's got the goods all right.
I think that's what I mean when I said we all lived together in a little crooked house. I didn't mean that it was crooked in the dishonest sense. I think what I meant was that we hadn't been able to grow up independent, standing by ourselves, upright. We're all a bit twisted and twining.