“Certainly, Sir; certainly. Take off your coat, Sir, and sit down.”
“The buttons,” said Brandon, “are a little odd; but if you have not got any exactly like them, any thing similar will do.”
“Oh, I think we’ll fit you out, Sir. I think we’ll fit you out,” rejoined the tailor, briskly.
He bustled about among his boxes and drawers, pulled out a large number of articles, and finally began to select the buttons which were nearest like those on the coat.
“This is a fine little village,” said Brandon, carelessly.
“Yes, Sir; that’s a fact, Sir; that’s just what every body says, Sir.”
“What old Hall is that which I saw just outside the village?”
“Ah, Sir, that old Hall is the very best in the whole county. It is Brandon Hall, Sir.”
“Brandon Hall?”
“Yes, Sir.”