I don't think you will."
"Now you've told me about it, I'll try not to."
"I think you'll want a good man, though, to keep you up to the mark. You
might get slack, don't you know?"
"No, no; I can't have a valet, and I won't," said Septimus Rainer firmly.
"Ah, we shall have to see what Dorothy says about that," said Tinker with
a smile of doubtful meaning.
"That's playing it rather low down on me, isn't it?" said Septimus Rainer
reproachfully. "It's--it's coercion."
"Oh, if you have to wear clothes, you may as well do it thoroughly. You
see, it's been put into my hands, and I must go through with it," said
Tinker apologetically.
The millionaire gazed at him ruefully.
"And now," Tinker went on, regarding him with another cold, calculating
air, that of a proprietor, "I think I'll take you to a hair-dresser, and
have your hair and beard dealt with."
"Crop away! crop away!" said the millionaire.
Tinker took him to a hair-dresser, and told the man exactly how he wanted
the hair and beard cut. "He'd make you a French American, too, if I let
him," he said to Septimus Rainer.
When the hair-dresser had done, the millionaire looked at himself in the
glass with approval, and said, "Well, I do look spick and span, though
gritty; yes--sir.
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