Though the morning sun had no warmth in it, Mr. Mukerjee was watering his garden in striped cotton pyjamas. Beneath the pyjamas he wore a woolen vest and woolen longjohns, their ribbing visible above his ankles. On his hair, which his elder daughter has just washed for him, he wore a fine net, its elastic making an indentation just above his eyebrows. His high-instepped feet sported a pair of unlaced patent-leather shoes, more suitable for a formal dinner party than for gardening.