I like that black and white fellow.

Your friend Lessingham was wearing one exactly like it." "It isn't exactly an uncommon pattern," Philippa reminded him.
"Seems to have the family taste in clothes," Sir Henry continued, stroking his chin.

"That grey tweed suit of his was exactly the same pattern as the suit Richard was wearing, the last time I saw him in mufti." "They probably go to the same tailor," Philippa remarked equably.
Sir Henry abandoned the subject.

He was once more engrossed in an examination of the mackerel spinners.
"You didn't answer my question about Jimmy Dumble," he ventured presently.
Philippa turned and looked at him.

Her eyes were usually very sweet and soft and her mouth delightful.