He listened attentively until I had finished. I guess I was about five minutes standing with him there close to the door. He said, ‘Is that all you require, sir, this morning?’ I said it was. “‘Thank you, sir,’ he replied. ‘This way, please, sir.’ “He took me into another room, and there we met a man named Jansen, to whom he briefly introduced me as a gentleman who ‘desired gloves.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Mr. Jansen; and what sort of gloves do you desire?’ “I told him I wanted six pairs altogether—three suede, fawn-coloured, and three cream-coloured—kids. “He said, ‘Do you mean kid gloves, sir, or gloves for children?’ “He made me angry by that. I told him I was not in the habit of using slang. Nor am I when buying gloves. He said he was sorry. I explained to him about the buttons, so far as I could understand it myself, and about the length. I asked him to see to it that the buttons were sewn on firmly, and that the stitching everywhere was perfect, adding that the last gloves my wife had had of his firm had been most unsatisfactory. Jane had impressed upon me to add that. She said it would make them more careful. “He listened to me in rapt ecstacy. I might have been music. “‘And what size, sir?’ he asked. “I had forgotten that. ‘Oh, sixes,’ I answered, ‘unless they are very stretchy indeed, in which case they had better be five and three-quarter.’ “‘Oh, and the stitching on the cream is to be black,’ I added. That was another thing I had forgotten. “‘Thank you very much,’ said Mr. Jansen; ‘is there anything else that you require this morning?’ “‘No, thank you,’ I replied, ‘not this morning.’ I was beginning to like the man. “He took me for quite a walk, and wherever we went everybody left off what they were doing to stare at me. I was getting tired when we reached the glove department. He marched me up to a young man who was sticking pins into himself. He said ‘Gloves,’ and disappeared through a curtain. The young man left off sticking pins into himself, and leant across the counter. “‘Ladies’ gloves or gentlemen’s gloves?’ he said. “Well, I was pretty mad by this time, as you can guess. It is funny when you come to think of it afterwards, but the wonder then was that I didn’t punch his head. “I said, ‘Are you ever busy in this shop? Does there ever come a time when you feel you would like to get your work done, instead of lingering over it and spinning it out for pure love of the thing?’