Soutane

The long, skimpy soutane accentuated the tallness of his stature; […] and the straight, black bar of his joined eyebrows[…] suggested something unlawful behind his priesthood, the idea of a chaplain of bandits.

Then at the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his father and mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had driven off with his father and mother on it.