At the corner of Grosvenor Square and South Audley Street, a man passed him in the mist, walking very fast and with the collar of his grey ulster turned up.
It has beautiful patch pockets, a nice ulster collar, and it is double breasted but it has a very slim button stance which is different than other coats I have.
A half-caste, in a ragged turban and a shabby ulster, grinned a hideous greeting as he thrust a bottle of brandy and two tumblers in front of them. The women sidled up and began to chatter.
She wore a man's long ulster (not as if it were an affliction, but as if it were very comfortable and belonged to her; carried it like a young soldier), and a round plush cap, tied down with a thick veil.
It has nice details such as oversized flap pockets and nice big ulster collar without any buttonhole and a half belted back, the color pops up nicely which i like in the winter 'cause it protects my neck from the wind.