“Good morning, Mr. Pelham; happy to see you returned. Do I disturb you too early? shall I wait on you again?” “No, Mr. N--, I am ready to receive you; you may renew my measure.” “We are a very good figure, Mr. Pelham; very good figure,” replied the Schneider, surveying me from head to foot, while he was preparing his measure; “we want a little assistance though; we must be padded well here; we must have our chest thrown out, and have an additional inch across the shoulders; we must live for effect in this world, Mr. Pelham; a leetle tighter round the waist, eh?” “Mr. N--,” said I, “you will take, first, my exact measure, and, secondly, my exact instructions. Have you done the first?” “We are done now, Mr. Pelham,” replied my man-maker, in a slow, solemn tone. “You will have the goodness then to put no stuffing of any description in my coat; you will not pinch me an iota tighter across the waist than is natural to that part of my body, and you will please, in your infinite mercy, to leave me as much after the fashion in which God made me, as you possibly can.” “But, Sir, we must be padded; we are much too thin; all the gentlemen in the Life Guards are padded, Sir.” “Mr. N--,” answered I, “you will please to speak of us, with a separate, and not a collective pronoun; and you will let me for once have my clothes such as a gentleman, who, I beg of you to understand, is not a Life Guardsman, can wear without being mistaken for a Guy Fawkes on a fifth of November.” Mr. N--looked very discomfited: “We shall not be liked, Sir, when we are made--we sha’n’t, I assure you. I will call on Saturday at 11 o’clock. Good morning, Mr. Pelham; we shall never be done justice to, if we do not live for effect; good morning, Mr. Pelham.” Scarcely had Mr. N--retired, before Mr.--, his rival, appeared. The silence and austerity of this importation from Austria, were very refreshing after the orations of Mr. N--. “Two frock-coats, Mr.--,” said I, “one of them brown, velvet collar same colour; the other, dark grey, no stuffing, and finished by Wednesday. Good morning, Mr.--.” “Monsieur B--, un autre tailleur,” said Bedos, opening the door after Mr. S.’s departure. “Admit him,” said I. “Now for the most difficult article of dress--the waistcoat.”