The fabric was unbelievable. He didn’t want to ask what it was, that would make him sound provincial. He’d get back: “Sir has never worn Arcturian angel-worm silk before, I take it?”
The cut was a little looser than he’d like, but he could have it taken in. And of course two of the four sleeves would have to be removed. He turned and asked hopefully, “Do you have it in canary?”
“We can special order in any shade, of course; but we may have that in stock. What,” asked the clerk helpfully, opening the color book, “is a canary?”
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