"Now we are free men, but my liberty won't last long.

I shall have to go on duty again, in half an hour.

But at any rate, there is time to go first with you to the tailor's, and put your uniform in hand." "I wish to be measured for the uniform of the 3rd Royal Dragoon Guards," Fergus said, as he entered the shop and the proprietor came up to him.
"Yes, Herr Tautz; and his excellency, Marshal Keith," Lindsay put in, "wishes you to know that the dress suit must be made instantly, or quicker if possible; for his majesty may, at any moment, order Mr.Drummond to attend upon him.

Mr.Drummond is appointed one of the marshal's aides-de-camp; and as, therefore, he will often come under the king's eye, you may well believe that the fit must be of the best, or you are likely to hear of it, as well as Mr.
Drummond." "I will put it in hand at once, lieutenant.

It shall be cut out without delay; and in three hours, if Mr.Drummond will call here, it shall be tacked together in readiness for the first trying on.
By eight o'clock tomorrow morning it shall be ready to be properly fitted, and unless my men have bungled, which they very seldom do, it shall be delivered by midday." "Mr.Drummond lodges in the next room to myself," the lieutenant said; "and my servant is looking after him, till he gets one of his own, so you can leave it with him." While the conversation was going on, two of the assistants were measuring Fergus.
"Will you have the uniform complete, with belts, helmet, and all equipments ?" "Everything except the sword," Fergus said.
"At least I suppose, Lindsay, we can carry our own swords." "Yes, the king has made that concession, which is a wonderful one, for him, that Scottish officers in his service may carry their own swords.