That's, at any rate, the gist of the whole business.

We see each other sometimes; but her continual efforts to get me to don the uncomfortable garments of social respectability make the meetings as uninviting as when you go to be fitted at a tailor's.

I suppose that's a sort of thing you like--you're a woman--but I'm hanged if I do.

I'd buy all my clothes ready made if I could be sure that nobody else had worn 'em before.
Anyhow, I won't be fitted for social respectability any more often than I can help.

By Jove! What's that?
Do you hear that noise?
It's at the back!" They strained their ears; lips half parted on which the breath waited, to listen.