I thought she seemed rather queer." Isaac looked at him coldly from head to foot.

Arnold was wearing his only and ordinary overcoat, but his varnished shoes and white tie betrayed him.
"So you're wearing your cursed livery again!" he sneered.

"You're going to beg your bone from the rich man's plate." Arnold laughed at him.
"Always the same, Isaac," he declared.

"Never mind about me.

You look after your niece and take her out, if you can, somewhere.