A little man in a white tie brought the great register to the table.
Then I returned home, and a footman with a white tie opens the door for me.
Wish he'd taught himself not to wear a white tie with a dinner jacket!
It's given me more trouble than any white tie, my boy—but it must do as it is.
He was dressing for dinner, tying his white tie into a very careful bow.
Then a man in black with a white tie came along and heard the story.
My father was in his boots, his trousers, his white tie, and his dressing-gown.
Litvinov put on a frock coat and a white tie, and set off to Irinas.
As for Kukishev, he was in full dress, white tie and white gloves.
The first white tie that came to hand was a miserable failure.