_Campbell:_ "Nonsense! That's the way every woman feels when she's laced. It gives you a beautiful waist, Roberts! Ah, ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha! O Lord! Oh, mercy! Ah, ha, ha, ha!" _Roberts:_ "Now, look here, Willis--" _Campbell_, turning him round, and surveying him from different points: "No, no! Don't mind _me_! It's just my way, you know. I don't mean anything by it. I think these things look first-rate on you. There's no mistake about their giving you a youthful figure; we can just let them out a few stitches, and you'll be perfectly comfortable. The only thing now is the coat. I'm afraid that pinning back wouldn't do. We'd better try something else. I'll tell you! Send down and borrow Merrick's coat! He's still on the floor below you, I suppose?" _Roberts:_ "Yes, but he's so thin--" _Campbell:_ "The very thing! Those thin fellows always have their things made roomy--" _Roberts:_ "But he's tall." _Campbell:_ "That's all right. If you keep these things on you've got to give in some direction, and you're probably going to stretch." He rings the bell. _Roberts:_ "But it's very late. He must be in bed." _Campbell:_ "I'll fix that." To Bella, as she appears: "Bella, I want you to go down to the gentleman under here, and ask him if he won't lend Mr. Roberts his dress-coat. Tell him Mrs. Roberts has gone off to a party, and Mr. Roberts doesn't know where to find his coat." _Roberts:_ "Oh, do you think she'd better tell him that, Willis?" _Campbell:_ "Why, certainly! You must account for the request in some way. It'll appeal to his sympathy, and put him into a good-humor if he happens to have to get out of bed to oblige you." _Bella:_ "They're all up yet, sir. I saw their cook on the back stairs when I came in. They've been giving a dinner--" _Campbell:_ "Well, run then." To Roberts, as Bella vanishes: "Merrick can take it right off his back. But whilst she's gone we'll just give this lock another chance." They work jointly at the bureau drawer. "No, it won't scrape down. It's probably rusted in. You must get this lock oiled, Roberts." As Bella returns with a dress-coat in her hand: "Ah, here we are! That's very nice of Merrick. What did he say?" _Bella:_ "I didn't see him, sir. The girl brought it." _Campbell:_ "Well, that's all, Bella." He shakes out the coat as she goes, and looks down at it. "I suppose it amused Merrick. He's got a good deal of humor, Merrick has. I hope he won't give it to the press." _Roberts:_ "Good heavens, Willis! You don't--"