When he found that Tinker had them at his finger ends, he was filled with admiration and respect.
From the tailor's they went to the hatter's; and there Septimus Rainer found himself trying on hats by the score.

But, strangely enough, he did not grow weary: Tinker's absorbed interest in his task was catching to the point that at the hosier's the millionaire found himself discussing the shade of his socks with real enthusiasm.
When they came out of the last shop Tinker said, with the deep breath of one relieved of a heavy responsibility, "There--I think you'll look all right--as far as a French tailor can do it." "I ought to, after all the trouble you've taken, sonny," said Septimus Rainer, smiling.
"You have to take trouble about dressing a man.

A woman is easy enough.
I got Elsie her clothes in about an hour.

But a man is much more difficult.

And clothes are so important," said Tinker gravely.
"I suppose they are--over here," said Septimus Rainer.
"I'm glad you don't take them really seriously," said Tinker, approving his tone, "because you'll soon get into the way of wearing them when you've got them.