“I hope not,” said Reginald with a smile.
“Well, if I even had your £200 a year I should be thankful,” said the poor curate.
“But I haven’t that by £50,” said Reginald. “Shall I put you down for a complete suit, as mentioned in the circular?”
“Yes, I’m afraid I cannot well do without it,” said the other.
“And what name and address?” said Reginald.
“Well, perhaps the simplest way would be, as I am going back to London, for you to give me an order for the things to present at your depot there. It will save carriage, you know.”
“Very well,” said Reginald, “I will write one for you. You notice,” added he, “that we ask for £2 with the order.”
“Ah, yes,” said the visitor, with a sigh, “that appears to be a stern necessity. Here it is, Mr Reginald.”
“Thank you,” said Reginald. “I will write you a receipt; and here is a note to Mr John Smith, at Weaver’s Hotel, London, who has charge of the clothing. I have no doubt he will be able to suit you with just what you want.”
“John Smith? I fancy I have heard his name somewhere. Is he one of your principals—a dark tall man?”