Matthew intends nothing more than a change of shirt, never one to dress for particular occasions, so he's taken more than a little off-guard when Mrs Ramsay rushes him the second he opens his front door.

"I have a suit laid out for you," she declares, bustling him up to the bedroom, the suit laid out on the bed.

"Can't I wear what I have?" Matthew complains, the suit on the bed too demure for his personal tastes. "And maybe be allowed to say good evening to the Sergeant?"