Tom. I’ll tell you; before we start on our sprees and rambles, I’ll send for that kiddy-artist, Dicky Primefit, the dandy habit maker, of Regent-street. He shall rig you out in grand twig, in no time. Here, Regular! (Calls).
Reg. Here I am sir.
Tom. Send for Dicky Primefit, directly.
Reg. What! the sufferer, Sir?
Tom. Yes, that’s the fellow; tell him to bring his card of address with him.
Jerry. Sufferer! I’m at fault again, Tom; can’t follow.
Tom. The tailor, Jerry: we do make them suffer sometimes.
Reg. Yes, sir, the tailor bless me, how very uneducated; I thought every gentleman knew his tailor was the sufferer; I’m sure I know mine is, and to some tune too, I’ll chivey the rascal here directly, sir.
[Exit.