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He himself was clad in an ancient smoking-jacket, much frayed at the cuffs; and his carpet-slippers were so trodden down at the heel that he could only just manage to shuffle along in them. "Go into the consulting-room!" he said. "There's a light there." Piers strode in, and waited for him. Seen by the light of the gas that burned there, his face was pale and set in lines of iron determination.
He wore a velvet smoking-jacket and slippers; and somehow, for a bright morning like this, he seemed old, and worn, and cold. "Well, well, friend," he said, "I'm glad to see you." He said it as though he meant it. "Come into the library; it's the only room in the whole house that is comfortably warm. You've no idea what a task it is to heat a place like this in really cold weather.
She dresses magnificently," said Mrs. Cranston the younger. "I couldn't help noticing her diamonds last Sunday." "They must have been big, Meg," put in the captain, reflectively, as he was getting himself out of his smoking-jacket. "Let's see, ours is a hundred-dollar pew down near the foot of the side aisle, and hers a thousand-dollar box-stall just in front of the centre.
On the top, he curled himself up, pulled the old smoking-jacket over him, and in a minute he was snoring peacefully. "Good old Chee-Chee!" whispered the Doctor. "I'm glad he's back." "Yes good old Chee-Chee!" echoed Dab-Dab and Polynesia. Then we all tip-toed out of the scullery and closed the door very gently behind us.
A high baritone voice broke the languid silence, and, in embroidered smoking-jacket and cap, Mr. Barton twanged his guitar. Milord had been thrown down amid the hay; and Mrs. Barton and Olive were showering it upon him. The old gentleman's legs were in the air. Crushing the letter, Alice's hands fell on the table; she burst into tears.
He started, hastened into his room, tore off his coat, replaced it with a quilted smoking-jacket, sprang lightly to his table, seized a planisphere, or star-map, which he had succeeded in obtaining that night from a small working astronomer's shop in the Edgeware Road, and, mindful of the terms of his oath and the decided opinion of Robert Green, scurried hastily, but very gingerly, down the stairs.
Güntz was just changing his coat for his smoking-jacket. He skimmed through the document, and read aloud to Kläre the most important phrase: "... plans extremely promising, ... their construction must certainly be undertaken at once." Then followed a most dazzling proposal for Güntz to enter the factory and occupy a leading position there.
"Do you think I don't know how important that is?" Miss Burgoyne went into the room. Lionel was still in bed, but propped up in a sitting posture; and to keep his arms and shoulders warm he had donned a gorgeous smoking-jacket, the fantastic colors of which were hardly in keeping with his character as invalid. He knew of her arrival, and had laid aside the paper he had been reading.
Hubert Varrick looked brighter and happier than she had ever seen him look before, and, like a flash, Captain Frazier's words occurred to her he had soon found consolation in a new love. "This woman is an adept at embroidering," said Jessie, "and she is to teach me how to do it. When I have thoroughly learned it, the very first thing I shall make will be a lovely smoking-jacket for you."
His cynical brown-green eyes paused upon a scatter of clothing, half-hiding the badly- rubbed red plush of the sofa a mussy flannel nightshirt with mothholes here and there; kneed trousers, uncannily reminiscent of a rough and strenuous wearer; a smoking-jacket that, after a youth of cheap gayety, was now a frayed and tattered wreck, like an old tramp, whose "better days" were none too good.
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