She looked like an animated package of cheap cotton goods! It made him furious.

She had disguised herself so because a man of her race was near! He told her not to do it, and she did not obey.
Would his ideas ever change so as to agree with her own notions of what was becoming, proper and respectable?
He was really afraid they would, in time.

It seemed to him awful.

She would never change! This manifestation of her sense of proprieties was another sign of their hopeless diversity; something like another step downwards for him.

She was too different from him.