"Good!" said Barnabas; "to buy a house will be more original, at least. Then there must be servants, horses—vehicles—but you will understand—"
"Certainly, sir."
"Well then, John—go and get 'em."
"Sir?" exclaimed Peterby.
"Go now, John," said Barnabas, pulling out his purse, "this very moment."
"But," stammered Peterby, "but, sir—you will—"
"I shall stay here—I don't intend to stir out until you have me dressed as I should be—in 'clothes that exist,' John!"
"But you—don't mean to—to entrust—everything—to—me?"
"Of course, John."
"But sir—"