But then I noticed a bit of flannel, sewed in by the firm, across the shoulder-blades. Now that’s a silly idea, a woman’s idea. Also, I fancy I could lay me finger on the only woman ’oo could ever make Dodds do it. Then, a thing like that comes from ’abit — lifelong ’abit. It wouldn’t be a wife. It’d ’ave to be a mother to fix it on a chap so’s it ’ud last ’im all ’is life. I started thinkin’ and remembered where I’d seen it before. Then of course I knew. The gilded bit of aristocracy ’oo comes down ’ere sometimes is just the chap to ’ave a little brother like your young bloke.’
