“I wouldn't, be seen at a cock-fight in one of them, there're as gaudy as a salmon-fly,” said Drysdale, feeling the stuff which the obsequious Schloss held out. “But it seems nice stuff, too,” he went on; “I shouldn't mind having a couple of waistcoats of it of this pattern;” and he chucked across to Schloss a dark tartan waistcoat which was lying near him. “Have you got the stuff in that pattern?”
“Ah! no,” said Schloss, gathering up the waistcoat; “but it shall not hinder. I shall have at once a loom for Monsieur set up at once in Paris.”
“Set it up in Jericho if you like,” said Drysdale; “and now go!”
“May I ask, Mr. Schloss,” broke in Sanders, “what it will cost to set up the loom?”
“Ah! indeed, a trifle only; some twelve, or perhaps fourteen pounds.” Sanders gave a chuckle, and puffed away at his cigar.
“By Jove,” shouted Drysdale, jerking himself in a sitting posture, and upsetting Jack, who went trotting about the room, and snuffing at Schloss's legs; “do you mean to say, Schloss, you were going to make me waistcoats at fourteen guineas apiece?”
“Not if Monsieur disapproves. Ah! the large hound is not friendly to strangers; I will call again when Monsieur is more at leisure.” And Schloss gathered up his cards and beat a hasty retreat, followed by Jack with his head on one side, and casting an enraged look at Sanders, as he slid through the door.
“Well done, Jack, old boy!” said Sanders, patting him; “what a funk the fellow was in. Well, you've saved your master a pony this fine morning. Cheap dog you've got, Drysdale.”
“D—— the fellow,” answered Drysdale, “he leaves a bad taste in one's mouth;” and he went to the table, took a pull at the tankard, and then threw himself down on the sofa again, as Jack jumped up and coiled himself round by his master's legs, keeping one half-open eye winking at him, and giving an occasional wag with the end of his taper tail.
Saunders got up, and began handling the new things. First he held up a pair of bright blue trousers, with a red stripe across them, Drysdale looking on from the sofa. “I say, Drysdale, you don't mean to say you really ordered these thunder-and-lightening affairs?”