“God help me, Jack, but do you have a looking glass? I swear to you, if I put you next to half the gentlemen of my acquaintance there would be hardly any difference in your appearances except that you’re better-looking and more disheveled. I don’t know how you manage to tie your cravat in a way that’s so . . . well, offensive to the very notion of cravats—” “Years of practice,” Jack said dryly.
