But more was yet to come.

There were cuffs to put on, which left one to guess what had become of Mr Booms's knuckles, and a light jaunty necktie to embellish the "dicky." Then, with a plaintive sigh, he produced a blue figured waistcoat, and after it a coat shaped like the coat of a robin to cover all.

Finally there appeared a hat, broad-brimmed, low-crowned, and dazzling in its glossiness, a pair of gay dogskin gloves, a crutch walking-stick, a pink silk handkerchief, and then this joint work of art and nature was complete! "All right ?" said he, in melancholy tones, as he set his hat a little on one side of his head, and, with his stick under his arm, began with his gloves.
Waterford got up and walked slowly and critically round him, giving a few touches here and there, and brushing a little stray dust from his collar.
"All right, dear boy.

Mind how you go, and--" "Oh!" groaned Booms, in tones of dire distress, "I knew I should forget something.

Would you mind, Waterford ?" "What is it ?" "My glass--it's in the box, and--and I should have got it out before I put the collar on.