"You'll get used to them." "Get used to them!" his better half repeated, almost hysterically.

"Do you mean to say you are going about like that ?" "Something like it," Burton admitted.
"No silk hat, no tail coat ?" Burton shook his head gently.
"I trust," he said, "that I have finished, for the present, at any rate, with those most unsightly garments." "Come inside," Ellen ordered briskly.
They passed into the little sitting-room.

Burton glanced around him with a half-frightened sense of apprehension.

His memory, at any rate, had not played him false.

Everything was as bad--even worse than he had imagined.