"Glad rags" may mean
evening dress, when a young gentleman's wardrobe can aspire to splendour
so marked, but it also applies to one's best and latest-purchased garb,
in contradistinction to the less ornamental habiliments worn every day,
and designated as "office clothes."
G. Selden's economies had not enabled him to give himself into the hands
of a Bond Street tailor, but a careful study of cut and material, as
spread before the eye in elegant coloured illustrations in the windows
of respectable shops in less ambitious quarters, had resulted in the
purchase of a well-made suit of smart English cut. He had a nice young
figure, and looked extremely neat and tremendously new and clean, so
much so, indeed, that several persons glanced at him a little admiringly
as he was met half way to the corner table by his friends.
"Hello, old chap! Glad to see you. What sort of a voyage? How did you
leave the royal family? Glad to get back?"
They all greeted him at once, shaking hands and slapping him on the
back, as they hustled him gleefully back to the corner table and made
him sit down.
"Say, garsong," said Nick Baumgarten to their favourite waiter, who came
at once in answer to his summons, "let's have a porterhouse steak, half
the size of this table, and with plenty of mushrooms and potatoes hashed
brown.
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