Walker presently saw him at his shop-door grinning in this costume,
twiddling his ringlets with his dumpy greasy fingers, glittering
with oil and rings, and looking so exceedingly contented and happy
that the estate-agent felt assured some very satisfactory conspiracy
had been planned between the tailor and him. How was Mr. Walker to
learn what the scheme was? Alas! the poor fellow's vanity and
delight were such, that he could not keep silent as to the cause of
his satisfaction; and rather than not mention it at all, in the
fulness of his heart he would have told his secret to Mr. Mossrose
himself.

"When I get my coat," thought the Bond Street Alnaschar, "I'll hire
of Snaffle that easy-going cream-coloured 'oss that he bought from
Astley's, and I'll canter through the Park, and WON'T I pass through
Little Bunker's Buildings, that's all? I'll wear my grey trousers
with the velvet stripe down the side, and get my spurs lacquered up,
and a French polish to my boot; and if I don't DO for the Captain,
and the tailor too, my name's not Archibald. And I know what I'll
do: I'll hire the small clarence, and invite the Crumps to dinner
at the 'Gar and Starter'" (this was his facetious way of calling the
"Star and Garter"), "and I'll ride by them all the way to Richmond.
It's rather a long ride, but with Snaffle's soft saddle I can do it
pretty easy, I dare say." And so the honest fellow built castles
upon castles in the air; and the last most beautiful vision of all
was Miss Crump "in white satting, with a horange flower in her
'air," putting him in possession of "her lovely 'and before the
haltar of St. George's, 'Anover Square." As for Woolsey, Eglantine
determined that he should have the best wig his art could produce;
for he had not the least fear of his rival.