If you are not entitled to wear a uniform, you have a dark suit, knee breeches, and a funny little tin sword.

I'm going to adopt the knee breeches part of it for good when I go home--golf breeches in the day time and knee breeches at night.
You've no idea how nice and comfortable they are--though it is a devil of a lot of trouble to put 'em on.

Of course every sort of man here but the Americans wears some sort of decorations around his neck or on his stomach, at these functions.

For my part, I like it--here.

The women sparkle with diamonds, the men strut; the King is a fine man with a big bass voice and he talks very well and is most agreeable; the Queen is very gracious; the royal ladies (Queen Victoria's daughters, chiefly) are nice; you see all the big Generals and all the big Admirals and the great folk of every sort--fine show.
You've no idea how much time and money they spend on shooting.