but now , emerging slowly , steadily from the silvered slivers of glass , comes mister vanilla , fully-clothed in his yellow trousers , his lilac waistcoat , his ruffled pink shirt , the golden watch-chain stretching over his stomachs , his thin , black moustache-tips waxed erect , his thin , black hair plastered onto his scalp with an oil that smells of linseed .