On the morning of the next day the Angel, after he had breakfasted, went out towards the moor, and Mrs Hinijer had an interview with the Vicar. What happened need not concern us now. The Vicar was visibly disconcerted. "He _must_ go," he said; "certainly he must go," and straightway he forgot the particular accusation in the general trouble. He spent the morning in hazy meditation, interspersed by a spasmodic study of Skiff and Waterlow's price list, and the catalogue of the Medical, Scholastic, and Clerical Stores. A schedule grew slowly on a sheet of paper that lay on the desk before him. He cut out a self-measurement form from the tailoring department of the Stores and pinned it to the study curtains. This was the kind of document he was making: "_1 Black Melton Frock Coat, patts? £3, 10s._ "_? Trousers. 2 pairs or one._ "_1 Cheviot Tweed Suit (write for patterns. Self-meas.?)_" The Vicar spent some time studying a pleasing array of model gentlemen. They were all very nice-looking, but he found it hard to imagine the Angel so transfigured. For, although six days had passed, the Angel remained without any suit of his own. The Vicar had vacillated between a project of driving the Angel into Portbroddock and getting him measured for a suit, and his absolute horror of the insinuating manners of the tailor he employed. He knew that tailor would demand an exhaustive explanation. Besides which, one never knew when the Angel might leave. So the six days had passed, and the Angel had grown steadily in the wisdom of this world and shrouded his brightness still in the ample retirement of the Vicar's newest clothes. "_1 Soft Felt Hat, No. G. 7 (say), 8s 6d._ "_1 Silk Hat, 14s 6d. Hatbox?_" ("I suppose he ought to have a silk hat," said the Vicar; "it's the correct thing up there. Shape No. 3 seems best suited to his style. But it's dreadful to think of him all alone in that great city. Everyone will misunderstand him, and he will misunderstand everybody. However, I suppose it _must_ be. Where was I?)" "_1 Toothbrush. 1 Brush and Comb. Razor?_ "_½ doz. Shirts (? measure his neck), 6s ea._ "_Socks? Pants?_ "_2 suits Pyjamas. Price? Say 15s._ "_1 doz. Collars ('The Life Guardsman'), 8s._ "_Braces. Oxon Patent Versatile, 1s 11½d._" ("But how will he get them on?" said the Vicar.) "_1 Rubber Stamp, T. Angel, and Marking Ink in box complete, 9d._ ("Those washerwomen are certain to steal all his things.") "_1 Single-bladed Penknife with Corkscrew, say 1s 6d._ "_N.B.--Don't forget Cuff Links, Collar Stud, &c._" (The Vicar loved "&c.", it gave things such a precise and business-like air.) "_1 Leather Portmanteau (had better see these)._" And so forth--meanderingly. It kept the Vicar busy until lunch time, though his heart ached.