When he found that Tinker had them at his
finger ends, he was filled with admiration and respect.
From the tailor's they went to the hatter's; and there Septimus Rainer
found himself trying on hats by the score. But, strangely enough, he did
not grow weary: Tinker's absorbed interest in his task was catching to
the point that at the hosier's the millionaire found himself discussing
the shade of his socks with real enthusiasm.
When they came out of the last shop Tinker said, with the deep breath of
one relieved of a heavy responsibility, "There--I think you'll look all
right--as far as a French tailor can do it."
"I ought to, after all the trouble you've taken, sonny," said Septimus
Rainer, smiling.
"You have to take trouble about dressing a man. A woman is easy enough.
I got Elsie her clothes in about an hour. But a man is much more
difficult. And clothes are so important," said Tinker gravely.
"I suppose they are--over here," said Septimus Rainer.
"I'm glad you don't take them really seriously," said Tinker, approving
his tone, "because you'll soon get into the way of wearing them when
you've got them. It's very funny, but well-dressed Americans--men, I
mean--don't often wear their clothes properly; they look as if they felt
so awfully well-dressed.
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