Clothes, sir, are the essence of human society, and a man is known by his shell.

If you wish to reap those numerous advantages for your mother, you must be re-habited." "Anan ?" said Verty.
"I mean you must dress like a Christian--get new clothes." Verty smiled.
"You are willing, I suppose ?" "Yes, sir." "Very well--that does honor to your filial affection, you handsome savage.

Roundjacket, take this young man up to O'Brallaghan's to-morrow, and have his measure taken." "With pleasure," said Mr.Roundjacket, who had evidently taken a great liking to Verty; "what sort of clothes ?" Mr.Rushton looked at the subject of the conversation.

Verty was gazing through the window and dreaming.

A smile passed over the grim features, and a sort of sigh issued from the compressed lips of the lawyer.
"Three suits, Roundjacket," said Mr.Rushton; "one common, another rich, another as elegant as O'Brallaghan can make.