"To spend the winter in this place without knowing a soul, would be something frightful." Dalrymple looked at me half laughingly, half compassionately.
"Before I do it, however," said he, "you must look a little less like a savage, and more like a tame Christian.

You must have your hair cut, and learn to tie your cravat properly.

Do you possess an evening suit ?" Blushing to the tips of my ears, I not only confessed that I was destitute of that desirable outfit, but also that I had never yet in all my life had occasion to wear it.
"I am glad of it; for now you are sure to be well fitted.

Your tailor, depend on it, is your great civilizer, and a well-made suit of clothes is in itself a liberal education.

I'll take you to Michaud--my own especial purveyor.