Here he is again, with a big pair of scissors.

He calls himself 'England's honour;' what the deuce England's honour has to do with tailoring, I can't tell you: perhaps Mr Moffat can.

But mind you, my friends, I don't say anything against tailoring: some of you are tailors, I dare say." "Yes, we be," said a little squeaking voice from out of the crowd.
"And a good trade it is.

When I first knew Barchester there were tailors here could lick any stone-mason in the trade; I say nothing against tailors.

But it isn't enough for a man to be a tailor unless he's something else along with it.