“Quite so; but if you look you will see that I am working on a last which has been given me. In this way I have not to put them on, nor need I trouble myself whether they fit well or ill.”
“How much do you get?”
“Thirty reals.”
“That’s a larger price than usual.”
“Yes, but there’s a great difference between my work and my leather, and the usual work and leather of the bootmakers.”
“Then I will have a last made, and you shall make me a pair of shoes, if you will; but I warn you they must be of the finest skin, and the soles of morocco.”
“They will cost more, and not last so long.”
“I can’t help that; I can’t bear any but the lightest boots.”
Before I left him he said his daughter should dine with me that day as he was very busy.
I called on the Count of Aranda, who received me coldly, but with great politeness. I told him how I had been treated by my parish priest and by Mengs.