No dress suit, remember.

Some of my men wouldn't know one if they saw it." As the letter dropped from Peter's hand a scraping of feet was heard at the hall door, followed by a cheery word from Mrs.McGuffey--she had her favorites among Peter's friends--and Holker Morris burst into the room.
"Ah, caught you both!" he cried, all out of breath with his run upstairs, his hat still on his head.

No one blew in and blew out of Peter's room (literally so) with the breeze and dash of the distinguished architect.

"Into your coats, you two--we haven't a moment to spare.

You got my letter, of course," he added, throwing back the cape of his raincoat.
"Yes, Holker, just opened it!" cried Peter, holding out both hands to his guest.