"Well, I don't want to have people get used to seeing me in the same trousers, don't you know, so every day I wear a different pair."
"It must cost a mint of money to buy so many clothes."
"Oh, I have accounts with four or five tailors. They're willing to wait, don't you know. They appreciate a gentleman's custom."
"How long do they wait?" asked Harry.
"I'm owing some two years. There's lots of fellows make them wait as long."
"That aint my way," said Obed. "I pay cash. Don't they make a fuss?"
"Oh, they send in their bills, but I don't take any notice of them," said Clinton languidly.
"Then, young man," said Obed, "let me advise you to pay your bills, and get back your self-respect. I'd go six months with only a single pair of breeches, sooner than cheat a tailor out of a new pair."
"I never wear breeches," drawled Clinton, with a shudder. "I don't know what they are. Mr. Vane, those trousers you have on are very unbecoming. Let me introduce you to my tailor. He'll fit you out in fashionable style."
"Thank you. I believe I do need a new pair."