He shook it in Wilkins's face. Wilkins only laughed. But it was good that he did, because his room was otherwise a horror – his dark breeches couldn't conceal that he had been pissing blood, sometimes sooner than he could get to the chamber-pot. He was both wizened and bloated at the same time, if that were possible, and the smell that came out of his flesh seemed to suggest his kidneys weren't keeping up their end of the bargain.