Bradley Headstone looked at his finger again, took it out of the buttonhole
and looked at it closer, bit the side of it and looked at it again.
[Takes his hat, cane, and cape, and presents new buttonhole on salver.]
I am the only person of the smallest importance in London at present who wears a buttonhole.
[Taking out old buttonhole.] You see, Phipps, Fashion is what one wears oneself.
[Putting in a new buttonhole.] And falsehoods the truths of other people.
[Looking at himself in the glass.] Don't think I quite like this buttonhole, Phipps.
For the future a more trivial buttonhole, Phipps, on Thursday evenings.
She has had a loss in her family lately, which perhaps accounts for the lack of triviality your lordship complains of in the buttonhole.
Yes, father, but I only admit to thirty-two - thirty- one and a half when I have a really good buttonhole. This buttonhole is not .
As a preliminary to another journey to his bunk, he hooked Wolf Larsen's buttonhole
with a greasy forefinger and vacuously proclaimed and reiterated, "I got money, I got money, I tell yer, an' I'm a gentleman's son."
He had a handsome face, an artfully poised hat, a glass in one eye, and a nosegay in his buttonhole. Winterbourne looked at him a moment and then said, "Do you mean to speak to that man?"
"A little Italian with a bouquet in his buttonhole. The girl is delightfully pretty, but I thought I understood from you the other day that she was a young lady du meilleur monde."
On this occasion he strolled away from his companion to pluck a sprig of almond blossom, which he carefully arranged in his buttonhole.
Giovanelli was very pale: on this occasion he had no flower in his buttonhole; he seemed to wish to say something.
When he talked he caught his victim by the buttonhole
, and his face kept coming closer and closer-- which was trying, because his teeth were so bad.