"Willingly. It'll be the next thing to ordering a suit for myself."
The tailor's shop was near by, and the boys entered, with their school-books in their hands.
Oliver, with his friend's approval, selected a piece of expensive cloth, and was measured for a suit. As they left the shop they fell in with Roland, who, cane in hand, was walking leisurely down the main street, cherishing the complacent delusion that he was the object of general admiration.
"Hallo, Frank!" he said, by way of greeting. To Oliver he did not vouchsafe a word.
Frank Dudley nodded.
"Are you out for a walk?" he added.
"Yes."
"Have you been into Crimp's?"
"Yes."
"Been ordering new clothes?" enquired Roland, with interest, for he was rather a dandy, and was as much interested in clothes as a lady.