"These clothes are very handsome," he said presently, "and they're a perfect fit—but the general effect does n't seem right."
"The general effect does n't seem right!"
Honey remained discreetly silent.
Presently Skinner turned to her with a suggestion of trouble in his eyes. "Say, Honey, what do dress shirts cost?"
"I don't know exactly. Four dollars, perhaps."
"Four dollars!" There was a suggestion of a snarl in Skinner's tone, the first she'd ever heard. "Four dollars!—the one I've got on only cost ninety cents."
"But that is n't a dress shirt, Dearie."
"No, you bet it is n't! But it's good enough for me!" Then with a touch of sarcasm in his tone, "I suppose a certain kind of collar and tie are necessary for a dress shirt?"