Propriety so stiff one could beat a presumptuous maid with it.

This gown has seen hard wear… and survived it.

The exact shade of the green ray that haunts the sunset. So they say. All greens are a little subdued by gas-light, but this does rather well.

Enough whalebone and sprung steel to stop a blade. Does wonders for the figure, too.

You were left this in a will by an elderly matron. Her family covet it.

On the inside there are two inscriptions. The first reads 'To L., from your Dear Mother.' The other, in the Correspondence, reads 'AN ALTERATION MADE TO THE WORLD WHICH IS MIRRORED IN THE SELF.'

Alluring but respectable. Daring but approachable. Its patterning of puzzle-damask inspires confidence; trust; admiration. A miracle of tailoring and psychology.

Soft as lambskin, warm as fox-fur. You will never sleep as snugly as when wrapped in this coat. Or as deeply.