The suite of furniture which was the joy of his wife's heart had been, it is true, exceedingly cheap, but the stamped magenta velvet was as crude in its coloring as his own discarded tie.

He looked at the fringed cloth upon the table, the framed oleographs upon the wall, and he was absolutely compelled to close his eyes.

There was not a single thing anywhere which was not discordant.
Mrs.Burton had not yet finished with the subject of clothes.

The distaste upon her face had rather increased.

She looked her husband up and down and her eyes grew bright with anger.
"Well, I did think," she declared, vigorously, "that I was marrying a man who looked like a gentleman, at least! Do you mean to say, Alfred, that you mean to go into the city like that ?" "Certainly," Burton replied.