There was _ton_ in his very air, in the 'ah, ah,' of his treble London tone of voice, the antithesis of the broad country bass.

He had a firm belief in the fitness of things--in the unities, so to speak, of suit, action, and time.
When his team were struggling to force the ball by kick, or other permitted means, across the tented field, Phillip was arrayed in accurate football costume.

When he stood on the close-mown lawn within the white-marked square of tennis and faced the net, his jacket was barred or striped with scarlet.

Then there was the bicycle dress, the morning coat, the shooting jacket, and the dinner coat, not to mention the Ulster or Connaught overcoat, the dust coat, and minor items innumerable.

Whether Phillip rolled in the mire at football, or bestrode a bicycle, or sat down to snow-white tablecloth and napkin, he conscientiously dressed the part.
The very completeness of his prescribed studies--the exhaustive character of the curriculum-naturally induced a frame of mind not to be satisfied with anything short of absolute precision, and perhaps even apt to extend itself into dilettanteism.
Like geology, the science of agriculture is so vast, it embraces so wide a range, that one really hardly knows where it begins or ends.