The posh shops that lined the arcade entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were having pre-holiday sales.  Fitzhugh asked the haberdasher if he could see the bold cravat in the Sun light.  While, in reality, he sought the opinion of the Face of Everyman.  The color was so bright that the venerable sage was forced to close one eye.  F took that as a wink of approval.