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Chapter 8

  • I expressed my satisfaction.
  • "Quite right, sir, quite right; it'll do for a makeshift, I'm bound t_ay. But wait till you see what we'll get up for you on your own measure.
  • Come, Tod, book and pen; get at it. Length of leg, 32"" - and so on. Before _ould get in a word he had measured me, and was giving orders for dress-suits,
  • morning suits, shirts, and all sorts of things. When I got a chance I said:
  • "But, my dear sir, I can't give these orders, unless you can wai_ndefinitely, or change the bill."
  • "Indefinitely! It's a weak word, sir, a weak word. Eternally - that's th_ord, sir. Tod, rush these things through, and send them to the gentleman'_ddress without any waste of time. Let the minor customers wait. Set down th_entleman's address and—"
  • "I'm changing my quarters. I will drop in and leave the new address."
  • "Quite right, sir, quite right. One moment - let me show you out, sir.
  • There - good day, sir, good day."
  • Well, don't you see what was bound to happen? I drifted naturally int_uying whatever I wanted, and asking for change. Within a week I wa_umptuously equipped with all needful comforts and luxuries, and was housed i_n expensive private hotel in Hanover Square. I took my dinners there, but fo_reakfast I stuck by Harris's humble feeding house, where I had got my firs_eal on my million-pound bill. I was the making of Harris. The fact had gon_ll abroad that the foreign crank who carried million-pound bills in his ves_ocket was the patron saint of the place. That was enough. From being a poor,
  • struggling, little hand-to-mouth enterprise, it had become celebrated, an_vercrowded with customers. Harris was so grateful that he forced loans upo_e, and would not be denied; and so, pauper as I was, I had money to spend,
  • and was living like the rich and the great. I judged that there was going t_e a crash by and by, but I was in now and must swim across or drown. You se_here was just that element of impending disaster to give a serious side, _ober side, yes, a tragic side, to a state of things which would otherwis_ave been purely ridiculous. In the night, in the dark, the tragedy part wa_lways to the front, and always warning, always threatening; and so I moane_nd tossed, and sleep was hard to find. But in the cheerful daylight th_ragedy element faded out and disappeared, and I walked on air, and was happ_o giddiness, to intoxication, you may say.