“I don’t like it,” he said, “I don’t like it at all. It’s not seemly. It might have been very serious.”
Then a new suspicion darkened his countenance.
“I suppose I may assume,” he said, “that you’ve had them replaced?”
I bowed reassuringly.
“By a tailor in Enfield,” I said, “who was incidentally a great admirer of you.”
His face cleared a little.
Mr. Chrysostom Lorton
“Eh, what?” he said. “An admirer, you say? What was his name?”
I informed him and he nodded his head.