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Leighton stood beside the bed in a deferential attitude. His face was a blank. "Will you be wearing the white flannels to-night, sir, or the dinner-jacket? If you will allow me, I would suggest the flannels. Sultry evening, and Mr. Leighton will be dining on the terrace." "Yes, I'll wear the flannels," stammered Lewis. "Your singlet, sir," said Leighton, picking up the undershirt from the bed.
She held her head high now, in a spirited way which hurt her father to see, for her face was very pale. That evening she put on a little scarlet silk dinner-jacket, in which the General declared that she looked every inch a soldier's daughter. But the brilliant colour only made her look paler by contrast. On the fifth day the General, instead of going to his club, went to see Mrs.
With many people unpunctuality was a fault, with a Trojan it was a crime; it was what was known as an "odds and ends" one of those things, like untidiness, eating your fish with a steel knife and wearing a white tie with a short dinner-jacket, that marked a man, once and for all, as some one outside the pale, an impossible person.
"Great Scot, father! Are you expecting a lot of people? I thought we were dining alone." "That's all right, my boy. A dinner-jacket is perfectly in order. We shall be quite a small party. Six in all. You and I, a friend of mine and his daughter, a friend of my friend's friend and my friend's friend's son." "Surely that's more than six!" "No." "It sounded more." "Six," said Sir Mallaby firmly.
Nell transfigured, Nell translated to Olympus, turned into a goddess with a pale grey band about her middle, and a pale grey ribbon over each shoulder to hold it in place! Nell reclining at ease and chatting vivaciously to a young man with the face of a bulldog and the dinner-jacket of a magazine advertisement! Peter gazed and waited, while his heart went on misbehaving.
About ten o'clock that night, when in dinner-jacket and black tie I re-entered the Rooms again, I encountered Regnier. He was on his way out, and I followed him. In the shadow of the trees in the Place I overtook him and spoke. "Hulloa, Ewart!" he exclaimed, "I saw you this afternoon. Is Bindo here?" "He's been, but has returned to London on business." "Coming back, I suppose?" he asked.
It was an invariable practice of Carlotta's. She would keep the lump in the coffee to saturation-point between her fingers, and then hastily put it into her mouth, so that it should not crumble to pieces on the way. If it did, there would be much laughter and wiping of skirts; and there would be a search through my dinner-jacket pockets for a handkerchief to dry the pink tips of her fingers.
Soames, who held that torn letter in a hand thrust deep into the side-pocket of his dinner-jacket, said: "I'm going to shut the window; the damp's lifting in." He did so, and stood looking at a David Cox adorning the cream-panelled wall close by. What was she thinking of? He had never understood a woman in his life except Fleur and Fleur not always! His heart beat fast.
"And it goes just here the level of the heart. This is where it goes." And carefully he pinned the large, radiating ornament on the black velvet dinner-jacket of the old man. "That is the first and very becoming," said Lady Franks. "Oh, very becoming! Very becoming!" said the tall wife of the Major she was a handsome young woman of the tall, frail type.
You said you felt a lot better for it. And oh, Georgie, I do wish you wouldn't say 'Tux. It's 'dinner-jacket." "Rats, what's the odds?" "Well, it's what all the nice folks say. Suppose Lucile McKelvey heard you calling it a 'Tux." "Well, that's all right now! Lucile McKelvey can't pull anything on me! Her folks are common as mud, even if her husband and her dad are millionaires!
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