He was dressed in his one black suit of broadcloth, much wrinkled; his hair was carefully brushed over his bald forehead.
"Miss Trina has come," he announced, "and the minister.

You have an hour yet." The dentist finished dressing.

He wore a suit bought for the occasion--a ready made "Prince Albert" coat too short in the sleeves, striped "blue" trousers, and new patent leather shoes--veritable instruments of torture.

Around his collar was a wonderful necktie that Trina had given him; it was of salmon-pink satin; in its centre Selina had painted a knot of blue forget-me-nots.
At length, after an interminable period of waiting, Mr.Sieppe appeared at the door.
"Are you reatty ?" he asked in a sepulchral whisper.

"Gome, den." It was like King Charles summoned to execution.