I judge that he couldn't tell the time by it, for he asked Smythe what time it was, once.

He wore a coat which had been gay when it was young; 5-o'clock-tea-trousers of a light tint, and marvelously soiled; yellow mustache with a dashing upward whirl at the ends; foxy shoes, imitation patent leather.

He was a novelty--an imitation dude.

He would have been a real one if he could have afforded it.

But he was satisfied with himself.