Of course it would happen again. Lyall knew how things went, and he usually had to roust one or two servants or maids of a morning. But he accepted the comment for the moment. "I should hope not. Do you have another pair of trousers pressed? You've managed to wrinkle those beyond endurance." He wrinkled his nose and added, "And your cravat is hardly tied at all. Come here, let me fix it."

Yes, he did sometimes take his staff's wardrobe choices in hand himself. He had a reputation to maintain, and letting his underlings look less than put together simply would not do.