plain. The knit silk undershirt they brought me
was on a new plan, and was really a sensible thing;
it opened behind, and had pockets in it to put your
shoulder-blades in; but they did not seem to fit
mine, and so I found it a sort of uncomfortable
garment. They gave my bobtail coat to somebody
else, and sent me an ulster suitable for a giraffe. I
had to tie my collar on, because there was no button
behind on that foolish little shirt which I described
a while ago.

When I was dressed for dinner at six-thirty, I was
too loose in some places and too tight in others, and
altogether I felt slovenly and ill-conditioned. How-
ever, the people at the table d'hôte were no better
off than I was; they had everybody's clothes but
their own on. A long stranger recognized his ulster
as soon as he saw the tail of it following me in, but
nobody claimed my shirt or my drawers, though I
described them as well as I was able. I gave them
to the chambermaid that night when I went to bed,
and she probably found the owner, for my own
things were on a chair outside my door in the
morning.

There was a lovable English clergyman who did
not get to the table d'hôte at all. His breeches had
turned up missing, and without any equivalent. He.
said he was not more particular than other people;
but he had noticed that a clergyman at dinner
without any breeches was almost sure to excite
remark.

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