He found a set of niello studs and links that went well with the black-striped shirt and deliberately and neatly put them into the front and cuffs.
Gerrit rose impatiently and walked up and down the room. Through the open partition-door, he saw the bathroom and was surprised to find everything tidied up, with not a drop of water anywhere.
"Do you do your wash-hand-stand yourself?" asked Gerrit, in amazement.
"Of course," said Paul, who was now getting into his shirt. "Did you think I left that to the servant? Never! She has nothing to do but empty my slop-pail. I do my tub, my basin, my soap-trays, everything myself. I have separate cloths for everything: there they are, hanging on a rail. The world is dirty enough as it is, however tidy one may be."
"In that case," said Gerrit, astounded, "you haven't been so long after all!"
"It's method," replied Paul, airily, though secretly flattered by Gerrit's remark. "When you have method, nothing takes long."
And, basking in Gerrit's praise, he rang, while pulling on his trousers, and told the maid to bring his breakfast:
"I'll only take a hurried bite," he said, amiably, just bending the points of his stand-up collar at the tips.
Then he picked out a tie, in a large Japanese box.
"By Jove, what a number of ties you have!"