I cannot think of myself as a man married." Then he threw her letter after Kate's, and betook himself to his newspaper and his cigar.
It was two hours after this, and he still wore his dressing-gown, and he was still lounging in his easy-chair, when the waiting-maid at the lodgings brought him up word that a gentleman wished to see him.
Vavasor kept no servant of his own except that confidential groom down at Bicester.

It was a rule with him that people could be better served and cheaper served by other people's servants than by their own.

Even in the stables at Bicester the innkeeper had to find what assistance was wanted, and charge for it in the bill.

And George Vavasor was no Sybarite.

He did not deem it impracticable to put on his own trousers without having a man standing at his foot to hold up the leg of the garment.