"I have never seen any."
"You are a savage."
"I believe I am."
"Your character is like your costume—barbarous."
"Yes—Indian," said Verty; "but I just thought, Mr. Roundjacket, of my new suit. To-day was to be the time for getting it."
"Very true," said the clerk, laying down his pen, "and as everything is best done in order, we will go at once."
Roundjacket opened Mr. Rushton's door, and informed him where he was going, and for what purpose—a piece of information which was received with a growl, and various muttered ejaculations.
Verty had already put on his fur hat.
"The fact is," said Roundjacket, as they issued forth into the street of the town, followed by Longears, "the old fellow, yonder, is getting dreadfully bearish."
"Is he, sir?"