The constable looked with reminiscent eyes at the tall, well-tailored negro.

In an instant the heavy portières were flung back by a vigorous arm, and a very tall, broad-shouldered, clean-shaven young man, in a well-tailored brown suit, stepped in.

She was proud of the well-tailored coat and breeches, the snug-fitting black boots, and the small, new Stetson.

The love of a lady is transferred, during the course of the story, from an artist, who appears in the last chapter "in threadbare clothes, with broken, patched boots on his feet" (not on his Hands, bien entendu), to a "well-tailored" novelist.