“Peter,” she demanded, “why do you dress like that?”
“Like what?” he said.
Honora seized the lapel of his coat.
“Like that,” she repeated. “Do you know, if you wore different clothes, you might almost be distinguished looking. Don't laugh. I think it's horrid of you always to laugh when I tell you things for your own good.”
“It was the idea of being almost distinguished looking that—that gave me a shock,” he assured her repentantly.
“You should dress on a different principle,” she insisted.
Peter appeared dazed.
“I couldn't do that,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because—because I don't dress on any principle now.”