And he started forth up the garden in his nightshirt and Norfolk jacket.
At sight of me in my nightshirt Pugh began to shake his head.
He stood over me, man of all the luxuries that he was, in his nightshirt.
With the left hand he clutched the covers, with the right his nightshirt, just back of the neck.
No doubt this was his nightshirt—a durable garment, but irritating to ...