Part 39 (1/2)

”I know them all, sir.”

”Who is the best--the most expensive?”

”Stultz, sir, in Clifford Street; but I shouldn't advise you to have him.”

”And why not?”

”Because he _is_ a tailor.”

”Oh?” said Barnabas.

”I mean that the clothes he makes are all stamped with his individuality, as it were,--their very excellence d.a.m.ns them. They are the clothes of a tailor instead of being simply a gentleman's garments.”

”Hum!” said Barnabas, beginning to frown at this, ”it would seem that dress can be a very profound subject, Peterby.”

”Sir,” answered Peterby, shaking his head, ”it is a life study, and, so far as I know, there are only two people in the world who understand it aright; Beau Brummell was one, and, because he was the Beau, had London and the World of Fas.h.i.+on at his feet.”

”And who was the other?”

Peterby took himself by the chin, and, though his mouth was solemn, the twinkle was back in his eye as he glanced at Barnabas.

”The other, sir,” he answered, ”was one who, until yesterday, was reduced to the necessity of living upon poached rabbits.”

Here Barnabas stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

”I remember you told me you were the best valet in the world,”

said he.

”It is my earnest desire to prove it, sir.”

”And yet,” said Barnabas, with his gaze still turned ceiling-wards, ”I would have you--even more than this, Peterby.”

”More, sir?”

”I would have you, sometimes, forget that you are only 'the best valet in the world,' and remember that you are--a man: one in whom I can confide; one who has lived in this great world, and felt, and suffered, and who can therefore advise me; one I may trust to in an emergency; for London is a very big place, they tell me, and my friends are few--or none--and--do you understand me, Peterby?”

”Sir,” said Peterby in an altered tone, ”I think I do.”

”Then--sit down, John, and let us talk.”

With a murmur of thanks Peterby drew up a chair and sat watching Barnabas with his shrewd eyes.

”You will remember,” began Barnabas, staring up at the ceiling again, ”that when I engaged you I told you that I intended to--hum! to--cut a figure in the fas.h.i.+onable world?”

”Yes, sir; and I told you that,--after what happened in a certain wood,--it was practically impossible.”

”You mean because I thrashed a scoundrel?”

”I mean because you knocked down a friend of the Prince Regent.”