Martin:
Same kind?
Cadwell:
No, different. You have some wit, to adjust things like that.
Martin:
Fine, sir, you will have them in the morning.
(Exit Martin)
Bendish: Sir, in favor of so many scarves, won't you pardon me for a little jerkin?
Cadwell: I will pardon you, but if ever in your life—I am going to spend a few minutes with this little shop girl near here, waiting for the hour.
Bendish:
Shall I go to find you?
Cadwell:
No, I have no need of you. I must be alone. Didn't they say that?
(Exit Cadwell)
Bendish: Plague! At least I wasn't so stupid as to give him the jerkin he asked for! It's a lucky jerkin for lucky men. They usually are employed in great matters, and I intend to use it in a great affair. For once in my life I intend to know what it is to be a man of fortune. I already know how to ogle, as for small talk I know that. I have only to dress quickly. (taking Cadwell's clothes from an armoire, and dressing with difficulty for Cadwell's clothes are a bit tight) Oh, let's begin with this divine jerkin. Plague! It's tight. Oh, who cares! A snip with the scissors and two or three stitches with a needle are no great matter. All right hips—get smaller. No good. What's the difference. I will say that they brought it this way. You will see that I will start a fashion of high hips. I have been seen before with big shoulders and elbows in arrear. Here's a jerkin which seems very easy for me to put on. These cursed tailors put the buttons so far from the button holes. I will burst. Well, who would not suffer for good luck. Was ever a man better dressed? Large head, small waist, low hips. Dammit, I intend to forget that Cadwell exists. Damnation, I almost forgot the best part. Orange flower water. Can one have good fortune without orange flower water? (he takes a flask from the toilet and sprays himself) It seems to me I have all the attributes of a lucky man. God protect us from mishap!