'This,' said the proprietor, tranquilly, burrowing his way to where Archie stood and exhibiting a saffron-coloured outrage, which appeared to be a poor relation to the flannel family, 'would put you back fifty dollars. And cheap!'
'Sixty, I said. I don't speak always distinct.'
Archie regarded the distressing garment with a shuddering horror. A young man with an educated taste in clothes, it got right in among his nerve centres.
'But, honestly, old soul, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that isn't a suit, it's just a regrettable incident!'