"I rather think my father will have something to say about that," said Roland. "I presume you expect him to pay your bill."
"The bill will be paid; I am not afraid of that. Why shouldn't it be?"
"You may have to depend on Oliver to pay it himself."
"Well, he has money enough, or ought to have," said the tailor significantly. "His mother left a large property."
Roland did not like the turn the conversation was taking, and stalked out of the shop.
"Crimp is getting impudent," he said to himself. "If there was another good tailor in the village I would patronize him."
However, Roland had one other resource, and this consoled him.
"I'll tell my father, and we'll see if he don't put a stop to it," he thought. "Oliver will find he can't do just as he likes. I wish Crimpwould make the suit, and then father refuse to pay for it. It would teach him a lesson."
Roland selected the supper-table for the revelation of what he supposed to be Oliver's unauthorized conduct.
"I met Oliver coming out of Crimp's this afternoon," he commenced.