give it a twitch to settle it on his head -- as gentlemen do
a "chimney-pot" -- step out into the gangway, turn his face to the door,
and walk slowly out on to the middle of the pavement --
looking more placidly well-to-do than ever. The saying is that clothes
make a man, but HE made his almost respectable just by wearing them.
Then he'd consult his watch -- (he stuck to the watch all through,
and it seemed a good one -- I often wondered why he didn't pawn it);
then he'd turn slowly, right turn, and look down the street.