" Right—I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you, " he snarled at Harry. " You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."
Mrs. Bradley was very grand in green satin with a dog-collar of seed pearls around her neck, and Elliott in his well-cut dinner jacket looked elegant as he alone could look.
And then at last the house was full of lights and a man in a white dinner jacket came out to the head of the steps and looked sideways along the wall and the shrubbery.