"My dear!!!"
"It's his grace that's the wonderful thing about him, I always think. His ease. He moves so—how shall I put it?—so, well, so easily and gracefully."
"Don't you love him when he stands with his hands in his pockets?"
"My dear, yes. But what a wonderful tailor he goes to. I always used to tell my brother to try and find out where his things were made and go to the same place."
"But of course it's the way clothes are worn much more than the clothes themselves. I mean, some men can never look well dressed, whereas others can look well in anything."
"But he does go to the best tailor, I'm sure."
"How many times have you seen this new piece?"
"Six."
"Only six! I've seen it eleven."
"I've seen it three times."