"Have I got any clothes?"
"In the bedroom, sir."
"Righto." He put his feet into a pair of slippers, donned a bath gown and shuffled into the adjoining room. At the door he paused to survey the appointments.
"I think this is a nice bedroom of mine, don't you?"
Doran signified assent with a smile.
"Very nice flat altogether. What sort of taste have I in the matter of clothes?"
"Pretty good, sir. I've laid out a blue cheviot."
"Aha! And an M.C.C. tie. Shan't wear that."
"No, sir."
"I'm not a member."