"Your clothes. If you are going to see Her...."
"I shall then," proceeded Hamilton Beamish, "watch her carefully for a considerable length of time in order to assure myself that I have not allowed passion to blind me to any faults in her disposition. After that...."
"You can't possibly call on Miss Waddington in those trousers," said George. "And your shirt does not match your socks. You must...."
"After that, provided in the interval I have not observed any more suitable candidate for my affections, I shall go to her and in a few simple words ask her to be my wife. I shall point out that my income is sufficient for two, that my morals are above reproach, that...."
"Haven't you a really nice suit that's been properly pressed and brushed and a rather newer pair of shoes and a less floppy sort of hat and...."
"... that my disposition is amiable and my habits regular. And she and I will settle down to the Marriage Sane."
"How about your cuffs?" said George.
"What about my cuffs?"
"Are you really going to see Miss Waddington in frayed cuffs?"
"I am."