"Certainly," stammered Lewis. "Very nicely, thank you"
"Thank you, sir," said Leighton. He handed Lewis the flannel trousers and then the coat.
As Lewis finished putting them on, Leighton whirled on his heel.
"Ready, my boy?" The mask was gone.
Lewis laughed back into his father's twinkling eyes.
"Yes, I'm ready," he said rather breathlessly. He followed his father out of the room. The new clothes gripped him in awkward places, but as he glanced down at the well-pressed flannels, he felt glorified.
That night, while strolling in a back street of the lower town, they discovered a tunnel running into the cliff. At its mouth was a turnstile.
"Shades of Avernus! What's this?" asked Leighton.
Lewis inquired of the gateman.
"It's an elevator to the upper town," he said.