I examined the other occupants of the carriage. Except for the middle-aged captain, all had one pip, including the new arrival next to me. I took a look at him while he was still asleep. His face was thin, rather distinguished, with a hook nose and fairish hair. The collar badges were 'Fortnum & Mason' General Service ... The thin man next to me began to wake up, rubbing his eyes and gently groaning.Anthony Powell; The Valley of Bones
'I think I shall wait till London for a shave,' he said.
'No point in making a fetish of elegance.'
Contributed by David Hallett