mild. Plain waistcoat, dark trousers, black neckcloth, black hat,
and if there's a better-dressed man in Europe to-morrow, I'm a
Dutchman."

"Thank you, Woolsey--thank you, my dear sir," said the charmed
perfumer. "And now I'll just trouble you to try on this here."

The wig had been made with equal skill; it was not in the florid
style which Mr. Eglantine loved in his own person, but, as the
perfumer said, a simple straightforward head of hair. "It seems as
if it had grown there all your life, Mr. Woolsey; nobody would tell
that it was not your nat'ral colour" (Mr. Woolsey blushed)--"it
makes you look ten year younger; and as for that scarecrow yonder,
you'll never, I think, want to wear that again."

Woolsey looked in the glass, and was delighted too. The two rivals
shook hands and straightway became friends, and in the overflowing
of his heart the perfumer mentioned to the tailor the party which he
had arranged for the next day, and offered him a seat in the
carriage and at the dinner at the "Star and Garter." "Would you
like to ride?" said Eglantine, with rather a consequential air.
"Snaffle will mount you, and we can go one on each side of the
ladies, if you like."

But Woolsey humbly said he was not a riding man, and gladly
consented to take a place in the clarence carriage, provided he was
allowed to bear half the expenses of the entertainment. This
proposal was agreed to by Mr. Eglantine, and the two gentlemen
parted to meet once more at the "Kidneys" that night, when everybody
was edified by the friendly tone adopted between them.