Mrs.
Brandon returned, as requested, her costume enlivened this time by a red-silk petticoat which contrived to show its ingratiating flounces beneath the glistening black broadcloth of her skirt.
"Say, did you get on to that ?" observed one of the doormen, a hold-over from the previous regime, to another of the same vintage.

"Some style to the new administration, hey?
We're not so slow, do you think ?" He pulled his coat together and fumbled at his collar to give himself an air of smartness, and gazed gaily at his partner, both of them over sixty and dusty specimens, at that.
The other poked him in the stomach.

"Hold your horses there, Bill.

Not so fast.

We ain't got a real start yet.