neckerchief

But Digby and others turned him round, unloosed his neckerchief, and threw water in his face, in the hopes of reviving him.

His dog was howling, his head was aching fearfully—somebody was pulling him about, hands were loosening his neckerchief.

He wore no neckerchief, as he had been playing rackets all day, and his open shirt collar displayed their full luxuriance.

He was usually muffled in an enormous silk neckerchief, and right up to the hot summer a huge fire burned in the open grate.