"I ought to, after all the trouble you've taken, sonny," said Septimus Rainer, smiling.
"You have to take trouble about dressing a man. A woman is easy enough. I got Elsie her clothes in about an hour. But a man is much more difficult. And clothes are so important," said Tinker gravely.
"I suppose they are—over here," said Septimus Rainer.
"I'm glad you don't take them really seriously," said Tinker, approving his tone, "because you'll soon get into the way of wearing them when you've got them. It's very funny, but well-dressed Americans—men, I mean—don't often wear their clothes properly; they look as if they felt so awfully well-dressed. I don't think you will."
"Now you've told me about it, I'll try not to."
"I think you'll want a good man, though, to keep you up to the mark. You might get slack, don't you know?"
"No, no; I can't have a valet, and I won't," said Septimus Rainer firmly.
"Ah, we shall have to see what Dorothy says about that," said Tinker with a smile of doubtful meaning.
"That's playing it rather low down on me, isn't it?" said Septimus Rainer reproachfully. "It's—it's coercion."
"Oh, if you have to wear clothes, you may as well do it thoroughly. You see, it's been put into my hands, and I must go through with it," said Tinker apologetically.