Kenny speeded his departure with a bouillon cup and felt better.
As for clothes, Kenny began with new dignity, he must remind them both that he had more than Brian, if now and again he did forget a minor essential and have to forage for it.

He added with an air of rebuke that Brian was welcome to anything he had, anything--to borrow, to wear and to lose if he chose.
Brian received the offer with a glance of blank dismay and Garry with difficulty repressed a smile.

Kenny's fashionable wardrobe, portentous in all truth, had an unmistakable air of originality about it at once foreign and striking.

There were times when he looked irresistibly theatric and ducal.
Kenny repeated his willingness to lend his wardrobe.
"Of course you would," said Garry.

"Though it's hardly the point and difficult to remember when Brian is in a hurry and has to send out a boy to buy him a collar." In the matter of money, to take up another point, Kenny felt that his son had a peculiar genius for always having money somewhere.