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He stood for a moment or two reflective, tapping his snuff-box. "Mr. Goodfellow is a carpenter, I understand." "At your service, sir." Mr. Goodfellow's hand went halfway to his waistcoat pocket, as if to produce his business card. "I seem to remember, Mr. Goodfellow that you carry a bag of tools in the boat?" "Yes, sir." "Including, no doubt, an auger, or, at any rate, a fair-sized gimlet?"
After the row nothing more was said about the attic; but John would have preferred bare boards in Eaton Square to a tapestried chamber in Park Lane. Now, during the whole of this summer term there was much animated discussion in regard to the rival claims of lines or spots upon the white waistcoat worn by all self-respecting Harrovians at Lord's.
And he whipped out the cornelian heart from his waistcoat pocket. She took it in her hand, examined it, handed it back to him with a smile, a very sweet and womanly smile, with just the suspicion of mist veiling her eyes. "I know. The Princess has told me." "But how did she find you out I mean as my first patroness?" "She wrote to the vicar, Mr.
She loosened his cravat and opened his waistcoat, and bared his throat and breast to the air. With her hand on his heart, with her bosom supporting his head, so that he fronted the window, she waited the event.
How high is Bosting meet'n'-house? said a person with black whiskers and imperial, a velvet waistcoat, a guard-chain rather too massive, and a diamond pin so very large that the most trusting nature might confess an inward suggestion, of course, nothing amounting to a suspicion.
The evening being warm, I had undressed me and put on a thin camlet surtout over my waistcoat. The next morning, the weather being changed, I had not clothes enough in my possession to defend me from the cold, and was obliged to borrow from my friends.
The long lapels of his rich coat hung deep, and the rich waistcoat of plum-colored satin added slimness to a torso not too bulky in itself. Neat, dainty, fastidious, "Jessamy" Law, late of Edinboro', for some weeks of London, and now of a London prison, scarce seemed a man about to be put on trial for his life. He advanced from the door of the side room with ease and dignity.
"An' ye seen this bit in the paper about Sophia?" he asked, holding the Signal for her inspection. "About Sophia?" cried Constance. "What's amiss?" "Nothing's amiss. But they've got it. It's in the 'Staffordshire day by day' column. Here! I'll read it ye." He drew a long wooden spectacle-case from his waistcoat pocket, and placed a second pair of spectacles on his nose.
"Brimberly," said he, "it is now very nearly two o'clock." "Very late, sir oh, very late, sir indeed, I was in the very hact of goin' to bed, sir I'd even unbuttoned my waistcoat, sir, when you rang two o'clock, sir dear me, a most un-'oly hour, sir " "Consequently, Brimberly, I am thinking of taking a little outing " "Certingly, sir oh, certingly!" "And I want some other clothes "
With a nervous confusion he sought refuge in his eye-glass. His fingers fumbled over his waistcoat, but did not find it. The weapon of defence and attack, the symbol of interrogation and incomprehensibility, was gone. Beauty Steele was under the eyes of another self, and neither disdain, nor contempt, nor the passive stare, were available.
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