Take off that ill-fitting coat.

It isn't thick enough for winter, anyway.

What in the world have you got round your waist?
A belt?
Why, that's a man's belt! And what have you got in it?
Pistols?
Horrors! Marie, take them away quick! I shall faint! I never could bear to be in a room with one.

My husband used to have one on his closet shelf, and I never went near it, and always locked the room when he was out.

You must put them out in the hall.