It will never do for you to put on trousers again.

Henceforth you must exist in a flannel shirt, a pair of boots, and an eye-glass." "Yes," I said, "and with whiskers on one side of your face and not on the other.

If you change any of these things the people will think that we are impostors.

I am very sorry for you, but, seriously, you must.

If once they begin to suspect us our lives will not be worth a brass farthing." "Do you really think so ?" said Good gloomily.
"I do, indeed.