They were walking up over the lawn, the four girls and Timothy, when a young man appeared, of such surpassing elegance that they were all struck dumb: his shirt was of silk, his flannels so white, so faultlessly creased, his shoes such elegant creations in brown and white, that they all stopped and gaped at him, except Timothy who carried straight on. The vision came up, removed a fat, rich-smelling Turkish cigarette from his mouth and smiled easily and charmingly. In a rich, beautifully modulated voice, he murmured, "Good afternoon." It was quite obvious that the only thing in the world he was interested in was to find out what they wanted and to get it for them immediately.
From THE CREW OF THE BELINDA, Chapter 14, Treasure on the Waters.