He was putting on the suit when there came a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" asked the young man.
"Mr. Grodell, sir," was the answer.
Mr. Grodell was the agent of the apartment house, and had come for his rent.
Homer Bulson was behind four months in payments, and the agent was growing anxious for his money.
"Very sorry, Mr. Grodell, but I am just changing my clothes," said the spendthrift.
"Then I'll wait," was the answer.
"Better not, it will take some time."
"I am in no hurry, Mr. Bulson," said the agent.
"Oh, pshaw! why does he bother me!" muttered Homer Bulson. "I haven't got any money for him."