Even Titus Grabbington, the superintendent of police, declared that he wouldn't have known him but for his hat and specs.

The latter, we need hardly say, were the silver ones--the pair that he would not let Jack have when he went to Jawleyford Court.

So his lordship went capering and careering along, avoiding, of course, all the turnpike-gates, of which he had a mortal aversion.
Jawleyford Court was in full dress to receive him--everything was full fig.
Spigot appeared in buckled shorts and black silk stockings; while vases of evergreens and winter flowers mounted sentry on passage tables and landing-places.

Everything bespoke the elegant presence of the fair.
To the credit of Dame Fortune let us record that everything went smoothly and well.

Even the kitchen fire behaved as it ought.