Don Juan had been aware that Hudson was dressed neatly before, but it didn't strike him until they were in the house and he was removing his overcoat just how nicely. He looked out of place in these surroundings; Don Juan was more used to seeing him in some state of half-dress, or pajamas, or nude while he was at home. It was obvious he'd been dressed up purposefully. Don Juan, with frozen sap stuck to the soles of his socks, felt very conspicuous.

"What did I interrupt tonight?" he asked, after nodding his assent for a drink. "With my poorly defined crisis?"

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