I met an Important Person today. In a crisp white shirt, clean dark trousers, shiny shoes (at least I assume they were, I didn’t look closely), neat tie. We sat in a spotless boardroom in a high building and talked about Important Things. He had a cold. After a few sniffles, he pulled a hankie out to blow his nose. Deep brown. Wrinkly and scrumpled up.
Perhaps the crisp white shirt etc is just the outer layer of the Important Person, and the person’s inner scruffiness is revealed when they pull out their hankie.
Or perhaps the hankie was just well used today, because he had a cold.