[He's glad to see it either way. It will set him apart for the rest of his life from all of England's society, even if the rest of that life happens here now, on this farm.]

It can be if you look at it just right. [He'll hold still for that dusting and look down at himself. Maybe he should have taken back to his common wear instead of the mortician's garb. But no, he can always wash the stains from this better anyway, and he's not doing the harder work today.] Oh, they're quite ready. We only need set them in the dirt and give them water. Would suggest something out of the shade though.