Mr. Schloss would like very much on his return to town, in a day or two, to be able to assure his principals, that Mr. Drysdale's orders had been executed to his satisfaction. He had also some very beautiful new stuffs with him, which he should like to submit to Mr. Drysdale, and without more ado began unfolding cards of the most fabulous plushes and cloths.
Drysdale glanced first at the cards and then at Sanders, who sat puffing his cigar, and watching Schloss's proceedings with a look not unlike Jack's when anyone he did not approve of approached his master.
“Confound your patterns, Schloss,” said Drysdale; “I tell you I have more things than I want already.”
“The large stripe, such as these, is now very much worn in London,” went on Schloss, without heeding the rebuff, and spreading his cards on the table.
“D—— trousers,” replied Drysdale; “you seem to think a fellow has ten pair of legs.”
“Monsieur is pleased to joke,” smiled Schloss; “but, to be in the mode, gentlemen must have variety.”
“Well, I won't order any now, that's flat,” said Drysdale.
“Monsieur will do as he pleases; but it is impossible that he should not have some plush waists; the fabric is only just out, and is making a sensation.”
“Now look here, Schloss; will you go if I order a waist coat?”
“Monsieur is very good; he sees how tasteful these new patterns are.”