“I like you, and will stand your friend. Go and fetch your tailor. I will give him some work to do.”
As soon as she went out I got up and told Clairmont to put my linen on a table. I had scarcely finished dressing when she came back with her tailor. It was a striking contrast, for he was a little shrivelled-up man, whose appearance made one laugh.
“Well, master tailor,” said I, “so you are going to marry this charming girl?”
“Yes, sir, the banns have been published already.”
“You are a lucky fellow indeed to have so much happiness in store. When are you going to marry her?”
“In ten or twelve days.”
“Why not to-morrow?”
“Your worship is in a great hurry.”
“I think I should be, indeed,” said I, laughing, “if I were in your place. I want you to make me a domino for the ball to-morrow.”
“Certainly, sir; but your excellency must find me the stuff, for nobody in Milan would give me credit for it, and I couldn’t afford to lay out so much money in advance.”