I really couldn't touch _that_, so it's lying on the river bank still, where you left it!" There is one peculiarity about dandies.

They are hardly ever persons of great minds.

When the exquisite, on being asked how on earth he came by the wonderful necktie he had got on, replied, "Well, you see, I gave my whole mind to it!" he probably spoke the truth.

But then you know a mind that exhausts all its energy in the production of a "choker," however remarkable, cannot be a great one.
I should be sorry to hurt any one's feelings, but it is nevertheless a fact that an unhealthy craving after finery is very often a symptom of something not very far short of idiocy.

I do not mean to say Fred Fop was an idiot.