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"'My friend,' said he to the manager, 'I beg your pardon, I forgot.' "The next day, my grandfather was seen promenading in full ball dress along the streets of the little town. "'They ought to know,' said he, 'that I have a proper coat, and that not contempt, nor poverty, but forgetfulness, sent me to a ball in my dressing gown.' MY FRIEND SAID HE TO THE MANAGER I BEG YOUR PARDON I FORGOT THE NEXT DAY MY GRANDFATHER WAS SEEN PROMENADING IN FULL BALL DRESS ALONG THE STREETS OF THE LITTLE TOWN THEY OUGHT TO KNOW SAID HE THAT I HAVE A PROPER COAT AND THAT NOT CONTEMPT NOR POVERTY BUT FORGETFULNESS SENT ME TO A BALL IN MY DRESSING GOWN
 There was some slight apprehension that, if he were bidden to social entertainments, he might forget his coat, or arrive without some other essential part of his dress; and there is a sly tradition in the Titbottom family, that once, having been invited to a ball in honor of a new governor of the island, my grand father Titbottom sauntered into the hall towards midnight, wrapped in the gorgeous flowers of his dressing-gown, and with his hands buried in the pockets, as usual. There was great excitement among the guests, and immense deprecation of gubernatorial ire. Fortunately, it happened that the governor and my grandfather were old friends, and there was no offence. But, as they were conversing together, one of the distressed managers cast indignant glances at the brilliant costume of my grandfather, who summoned him, and asked courteously: "'Did you invite me, or my coat?' "'You, in a proper coat,' replied the manager. "The governor smiled approvingly, and looked at my grandfather. SOCIETY OF COURSE HE SAW LITTLE THERE WAS SOME SLIGHT APPREHENSION THAT IF HE WERE BIDDEN TO SOCIAL ENTERTAINMENTS HE MIGHT FORGET HIS COAT OR ARRIVE WITHOUT SOME OTHER ESSENTIAL PART OF HIS DRESS AND THERE IS A SLY TRADITION IN THE TIT BOTTOM FAMILY THAT ONCE HAVING BEEN INVITED TO TO A BALL IN HONOUR OF A NEW GOVERNOR OF THE ISLAND MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM SAUNTERED INTO THE HALL TOWARDS MIDNIGHT WRAPPED IN THE GORGEOUS FLOWERS OF HIS DRESSING GOWN AND WITH HIS HANDS BURIED IN THE POCKETS AS USUAL THERE WAS GREAT EXCITEMENT AMONG THE GUESTS AN IMMENSE DEPRECATION OF GOBERNATORIAL IRE FORTUNATELY IT HAPPENED THAT THE GOVERNOR AND MY GRANDFATHER WERE OLD FRIENDS AND THERE WAS NO OFFENCE BUT AS THEY WERE CONVERSING TOGETHER ONE OF THE DISTRESSED MANAGERS CAST INDIGNANT GLANCES AT THE BRILLIANT COSTUME OF MY GRANDFATHER WHO SUMMONED HIM AND ASKED COURTEOUSLY DID YOU INVITE ME OR MY COAT YOU IN A PROPER COAT REPLIED THE MANAGER THE GOVERNOR SMILED APPROVINGLY AND LOOKED AT MY GRANDFATHER
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