I was determined to make an impression on my old schoolfellow; and therefore, as I have said, trimmed up the ends of my trousers with Mrs Nash's scissors, invested in a new (cheap), necktie, and carefully doctored the seam under my armpit with ink and blacking.
Thus decorated I hurried off to my host's lodgings.

The first thing I saw as I entered the door filled me with mortification.

It was Flanagan, dressed in a loud check suit, with a stick-up collar and a horseshoe scarf-pin--with cloth "spats" over his boots, and cuffs that projected at least two inches from the ends of his coat sleeves.
I felt so shabby and disreputable that I was tempted to turn tail and escape.

I had all along hoped that Flanagan would be got up in a style which would keep me in countenance, and make me feel rather more at home than I did among the other stylish fellows of the set.

But so far from that being the case, here he was the most howling swell of them all.
Before I could recover from the surprise and disappointment I felt he had seen me, and advanced with all his old noisy frankness.
"Hullo! here he is.