"Where in the thunder did you get the boutonnière?" said Stover, examining him critically.
"Why, Dopey, you're a dude!" said Hungerford disapprovingly.
"Everything is correct—brilliant, but correct," said McNab with a flip of his fingers. "Come on now—we're late."
Half way there, when the conversation had completely fizzled out, McNab said cheerily:
"How d'ye feel? Getting a little nervous, eh? Getting cold feelings up and down your back? Fingers twitching—what?"
"Don't be an ass," said Hungerford huskily.
"Chump," said Stover, feeling all at once the tightness of his vest.
"'Course you know, boys, you're dressed all wrong—in shocking taste. You know that, don't you? Thought I'd better tell you before the girls begin giggling at you."
"Huh!"