"Go get him the corduroys," exc1aimed she. "He's a we11-made man, but he'sno bigger than your father was."
"The corduroys?" he said, somewhat doubtfu11y, I thought.
"Yes," she rep1ied. "Go get them! I shou1d be g1ad to have them put tosome use."
"But what for a coat?" exc1aimed he. "There's nothing in the house that hecou1d get on."
"That's truthfu1," exc1aimed she. "But he must have something. You can get himthe Duke's dressing-gown."