"[H]is feet limp in their polished handmade shoes, with a Charvet tie under his double chins and a Paris- monogrammed handkerchief peeping from one sleeve ..."

"We walked through the Place Vendôme and he asked if I would mind going in to Charvet's for a moment; he had ordered some things and wanted to know if they were ready. It appeared that he was having some vests made, and some drawers, and he was having his initials embroidered on them. The vests had not come in yet, but the drawers were there and the shop assistant asked Elliott if he would like to see them. 'I would', he said, and when the man had gone to fetch them added to me: 'I have them made to order on a pattern of my own'. They were brought, and to me, except that they were of silk, looked exactly like the drawers I had frequently bought for myself at Macy's; but what caught my eye was that above the intertwined E. T. of the initials was a count's crown. I did not say a word. 'Very nice, very nice' said Elliott. 'Well, when the undershirts are ready you'll send them along'. We left the shop and Elliott, as he walked away, turned to me with a smile. 'Did you notice the crown? To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten about it when I asked you to come in to Charvet's'."

"Charvet was showing summer ties. I bought a couple from an elegant and hollow-chested salesman. I didn't want to talk to him about the war, because he looked sad enough already, but he began to talk about it himself. "We are an indolent people, monsieur", he said pleasantly."

"His necktie was practically what Charvet calls a scarf. I thought maybe he was intelligent."

"He was wearing a purple dressing-gown that was obviously a creation of Charvet, and a purple expression that was obviously the creation of acid."

"The good ties, Charvet and Saks Fifth Avenue. If he had taken all these away I would have suffocated in an emptiness."

"He googled at a bill from Cye for two dozen voile shirts: $312. There was another from Charvet; thirty cravats: $225."

"Bernie occupied the great leather chair by the fire, a modish semi-invalid in his Charvet dressing gown of maroon faille brought from Paris by Lotta."

"… the Charvet tie was dashing — black china silk with orange and emerald-green splotches."

"He was a very good-looking young man indeed, shaped to be annoyed. His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets, and he kissed easily. There was no tallying the gifts of Charvet handkerchiefs, art moderne ash-trays, monogrammed dressing-gowns, gold key-chains, and cigarette-cases of thin wood, inlaid with views of Parisian comfort-stations, that were sent him by ladies too quickly confident, and were paid for by the money of unwitting husbands, which is acceptably any place in the world. Every woman who visited his small, square apartment promptly flamed with the desire to assume charge of its redecoration. During his tenancy, three separate ladies had achieved this ambition. Each had left behind her, for her brief monument, much too much glazed chintz."

"He had brought his presents for them down to breakfast — the Dunhill pipe and the Charvet dressing-gown for Harry ..."

"Shady young men in Charvet shirts sit round the bar repairing with powder-puff and lipstick the ravages of grenadine and crème de cacao."

"He had on a straw hat with a club ribbon (what club I haven't the foggiest idea), a bright blue Charvet cravat and linen spats, and he was swinging a thick Malacca cane."

"Andre started to unhook the pot, burned his fingers, and, after wrapping a Charvet silk handkerchief around its greasy handle, carried it off gingerly ..."

"Telegrams to Poole, Charvet, Briggs, Thomas and Lock, to tell them to send my summer wardrobe on here."

"... as becoming as a Charvet cravat ..."

"… tightening from time to time the knot of my magnificent Charvet tie and taking care not to soil my polished boots..."

"Marçais is a charming man and so distinguished! Charvet makes exclusive ties for him."

"She calls me a chic type because I wear a Charvet tie."

"The pale tones of shirt and cravat and out-peeping pochette bespoke the genius of the well-known M. Charvet of the rue de la Paix."

"He stopped at a shady spot, and Nguvu, his gunbearer, pulled out a round mirror three inches in circumference and a Charvet cravat, which his master tied very carefully over a flannel shirt which had been fresh in the early morning."

"When I saw my new gown all full of rolls of tissue-paper, packed by poor dear Bee, I went to my trunk and pulled out my smart Charvet tie. I handed it to her in silence. "Take it," I said. "I hate to give it up, but you deserve it." Bee accepted it gratefully."

"I dressed the part to perfection: old but good houndstooth jacket, Jermyn Street shirt and Charvet tie — red, just to be mischievous ..."

"All the while Horowitz felt himself under close scrutiny. The collar of his very expensive Charvet shirt felt tight suddenly."

"The dining room was empty except for a few country people eating their dinners, all of whom looked up at us [...], at our dark suits and spectacles, at Francis's monogrammed cufflinks and his Charvet tie, at Camilla with her boyish haircut and sleek little Astrakhan coat."

"… Hocken in the village turned a white-dotted navy silk Charvet dressing gown into "a best dress" for Sunday."

"For Julian, making love to each new leading lady was as easy as tying his Charvet tie."

""Watch out! I cried- and a column of vomit fell diagonally across his bed. Look what you've done to my Charvet dressing-gown!"

"They did striped shirts for him, brought the cotton from Charvet in Paris..."

"He wore an expensive-looking blue suit cut in Parisian business style, a white broadcloth shirt, and a very English-looking tie, probably from Charvet."

"Armand was wearing striped silk pajamas, purchased at Charvet, and the somewhat oversize Russian collar gave him more than ever the look of a plucked bird."

"[S]ilk dressing-gown and Charvet pyjamas for the murder, and a very natty check lounge suit for the England interludes."

"She sat shortly after, rosy-footed, in a pair of my black Charvet pajamas, sipping warm milk."

"Of course I missed Titina and the children, but I had been granted an experience that more than compensated for the lack of a new Charvet tie."

"A mouth wash, half a dexedrine, a morsel of anchovy toast and a Charvet dressing-gown — all in the order named — ..."

"The simple thing is to consider the French as an erratic and brilliant people, dressed either in blue blouses and berets or trick suits and Charvet ties, who have all the gifts except that of running their country."

"His Majesty would drink the glass in three or four installments and then eat the strawberries with his fingers, daintily touching up his mustaches with a huge Charvet handkerchief."

"I sold some more things, a dressing gown and two pairs of Charvet pajamas, and got ready to leave."

""I don't know Charvet. I know Jean Goudal." Maurice Sachs switched on more lamps. Charvet is the greatest shirtmaker in Paris, my dear..."

"The batiste ties from Charvet in Paris … bespoke a certain kind of decadent taste"

"[T]he idea of calling the society the Purple Cows emanated from Mr. Straight. Monsieur Casenave sent to Paris for purple Charvet dressing gowns with orange collars and cuffs that the male members wore over their suits at meetings ..."

"1 put down his night glasses, took a Charvet handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his white sharkskin jacket and dabbed gently at his forehead and temples."

"All he learned — from the clothes — was that the Count was a much-traveled man— shirts from Charvet..."

"At half past ten, Don Otavio issues from the house, splendid like the moon, all in white silk, his silvery hair brushed upwards, a Charvet tie over his holy shirt, bearing nothing."

"Around his neck directly, a Charvet cravat. (A theory of the Doctor's. Ties are made of fine silk, shirts at best of inferior silk, ergo wear the best next to the skin.) This, as most of the Doctor's theories, he held in private."

"Augustus sat hunched on the sofa, strangely shrunken; even the Charvet dressing gown had an air of ruin."

"Old Nick had taken out a cambric handkerchief, one of a set of twelve he had bought a year ago, if you call it buying, at the establishment of M. Charvet in Paris."

"I note that my New Yorker's clothes have become duller, and that his haberdashers' has dimmed from Charvet to washable nylon."

"Sweetest melodies. Are those that are by distance made more sweet."