But would such a dashing coat suit him as well as it did its
originator, and dare he wear the fancy waistcoats Owen was pressing
upon him?
"They suit you, Asher, but you still go in at the waist, and brown
trousers look well on legs as straight as billiard cues."
"Is there nothing we can do for you, Sir Owen?"
Owen spoke about sending back a coat which he was not altogether
satisfied with.
"Every suit of clothes I have, Harding, costs me fifty pounds."
Harding raised his thick eyebrows, and Owen explained that only one
suit in six was worth wearing.
"There is more truth in what you say than appears. I once wore a suit
of clothes for six years! And they were as good as new when--"
But Owen refused to be interested in Harding's old clothes. "If I'm
not married to-morrow I shall never marry. You don't believe me,
Harding? Now, of what are you thinking? Of that suit of clothes which
you have had for six years or of my marriage--which?"
At the moment that Owen interrupted him Harding was thinking that
perhaps a woman who had attempted suicide to escape from another man
would not drift as easily into marriage as Owen thought; but, of
course, he did not dare to confess such an opinion.
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