plush-breeches

Updated: May 23, 2025

I wonder what's all that noise, and running backwards and forwards for, above stairs, quoth my father, addressing himself, after an hour and a half's silence, to my uncle Toby, who, you must know, was sitting on the opposite side of the fire, smoaking his social pipe all the time, in mute contemplation of a new pair of black plush-breeches which he had got on: What can they be doing, brother? quoth my father, we can scarce hear ourselves talk.

Laurence Sterne - The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman