I maliciously remarked to Mr.
Ramsey that he looked like a gentleman out yachting; but somehow he was unable to see himself in that light.

My own clothes were sadly defective.

The biggest shirt-collar they had would not button round my throat, and the longest stock was so inadequate that a special one had to be made for me.

Nor would the biggest coat fasten across my chest.
A broad expanse of waistcoat yawned between the button and the button-hole.

Fancying that my complaint was merely fractious, the Deputy-Governor--a tall, powerful man--tried to pull them together, and miserably failed.