He was dressed in the loudest check suit I have ever seen, off the stage.

He wore patent-leather boots with mother-of-pearl buttons, and a necktie that in an earlier age would have called down lightning out of Heaven.

He had a low-crowned billycock hat on his head, and a big evil-smelling cigar between his lips.
"Argue as I would, however, the face was the face of Joseph; and, moved by a curiosity I could not control, I kept near him, watching him.
"Once, for a little while, I missed him; but there was not much fear of losing that suit for long, and after a little looking about I struck it again.

He was sitting at the end of the pier, where it was less crowded, with his arm round a girl's waist.

I crept close.