“Then—then, there’s nothing wrong?”
“Wrong? No.”
“Hah!” ejaculated the tailor. “Mary, bring me another pipe.”
“I only come in a friendly way,” cried Gemp, “to put you on your guard.”
“Then there is something wrong,” cried the tailor, aghast.
“No, no, no. I want to give you a hint about Hallam.”
“Hallam!”
“Ay! Has he ordered his wedding-suit of you?”
“No.”
“Thought not,” said Gemp, rubbing his hands. “I should be down upon him if I were you. Threaten to withdraw my account, man. Dandy chap down from London to-night to take his orders.”