ards on the table.

"D-trousers," replied Drysdale; "you seem to think a fellow has
ten pair of legs."

"Monsieur is pleased to joke," smiled Schloss; "but, to be in the
mode, gentlemen must have variety."

"Well, I won't order any now, that's flat," said Drysdale.

"Monsieur will do as he pleases; but it is impossible that he
should not have some plush waists; the fabric is only just out,
and is making a sensation."

"Now look here, Schloss; will you go if I order a waist coat?"

"Monsieur is very good; he sees how tasteful these new patterns
are."

"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