"She's your wife in public only.

By the way, you'll have to get used to the name of Roxbury.

Don't look around as if you expected to find me standing behind your back when she says, 'Roxbury, dear!' I shan't be there, you know.

She'll mean you.
Don't forget that." "Oh, I say," exclaimed Brock, halting abruptly, and staring in dismay at the confident conspirator, "will I have to wear a suit of clothes like that, and an eyeglass, and--and--good Lord! spats ?" "By Jove, you shall wear this very suit!" cried Medcroft, inspired.
"We're of a size, and it won't fit you any better than it does me.

Our clothes never fit us in London.