“Thank you. You can deduct the price from my salary.”
“That is unnecessary. These articles will be my first gift to you.”
“How kind you are, Walter. I think,” Bernard added with a smile, “Professor Puffer would be willing to be a brother to you.”
“I have no doubt of it, but in spite of the professor’s fascinations and the affection which he says you entertain for him, I am afraid I should not appreciate him as perhaps he deserves. Now, I think it will be well for you to go and order your clothing, as we haven’t much time to spare.”
Mr. Cunningham’s tailor occupied a shop in Regent Street, and thither Bernard went. He took with him a note from his employer which insured him a flattering reception. He had no trouble in choosing cloth for suits, as Mr. Cunningham had sent instructions. Next he repaired to the haberdasher’s, and selected such furnishing goods as he required. By special direction of Mr. Cunningham they were of the best description.
He was just coming out of the shop when he met the young man—the first applicant for the position of companion to Mr. Cunningham. He looked rather shabby, and Bernard noticed that his coat was shiny.
He stopped short at sight of Bernard.
“Didn’t I see you at Mr. Cunningham’s rooms at Morley’s two days since?” he inquired.
“Yes, sir.”
“I have been expecting to hear from him. Do you know whether he has yet made choice of a traveling companion?”