May I repeat myquestion, Sir?Because, Sir,' replied Mr. Winkle, who had had time to deliberateupon his answer, 'because, Sir, you described an intoxicated andungentlemanly person as wearing a coat which I have the honour, not onlyto wear but to have invented--the proposed uniform, Sir, of the PickwickClub in London.
I know that,' said Mr. Pickwick; 'but as I cannot put myself incompetition with those great men, I cannot presume to wear theirdresses.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'Yes; so she's going to wear a white satin gown with gold spangles.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) It was accordingly settled that Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr.Snodgrass, should all wear fancy-dresses.
T'other Sunday I wos walkin' up the road, wen who should I see,a-standin' at a chapel door, with a blue soup-plate in her hand, butyour mother-in-law! I werily believe there was change for a couple o'suv'rins in it, then, Sammy, all in ha'pence; and as the people comeout, they rattled the pennies in it, till you'd ha' thought that nomortal plate as ever was baked, could ha' stood the wear and tear.
Oh, of course there is no reason why you shouldn't wear them,'responded Mr. Tupman.
It was a cold, dull evening; the littlestreet looked dreary and dismal; and the mahogany countenance of thenoble and gallant marquis seemed to wear a more sad and melancholyexpression than it was wont to do, as it swung to and fro, creakingmournfully in the wind.