Mr. Posket.
Oh, Lugg, I want you to go to the nearest hosier’s and purchase me a neat cravat.
Lugg.
[Looking inquisitively at Mr. Posket.] A necktie, sir?
Mr. Posket.
Yes. [Turning up his coat collar to shield himself from Lugg’s gaze.] A necktie—a necktie.
Lugg.
What sort of a kind of one, sir?
Mr. Posket.