He consulted a railroad time table, after which he called for a taxicab and directed the chauffeur to take him home.
He entered the house with his latchkey and climbed the stairs to his room.

Divesting himself of coat and vest, he stepped before the mirror and shaved off his gray mustache.

Next he produced a soft tennis shirt, which he exchanged for the linen one he had on, and an old bow tie took the place of the blue four-in-hand which he usually wore.
Undoing the bundle with which he had entered the house, he proceeded to dress in the second-hand garments.

When he had pulled the battered slouch hat well down on his forehead, he surveyed himself in the glass.
The transformation was complete.
Regarding himself in this shabby disguise, he almost deteriorated in his own estimation.

It was difficult to believe that a mere change of apparel could make such a vast difference.