"Dear yes--that's half the business."

"And should we be expected to supply our own costumes?

"Oh no; I've got a lot of things. A painter's models put on--or
put off--anything he likes."

"And you mean--a--the same?"

"The same?"

Mrs. Monarch looked at her husband again.

"Oh she was just wondering," he explained, "if the costumes are in
GENERAL use." I had to confess that they were, and I mentioned
further that some of them--I had a lot of, genuine greasy last-
century things--had served their time, a hundred years ago, on
living world-stained men and women; on figures not perhaps so far
removed, in that vanished world, from THEIR type, the Monarchs',
quoi! of a breeched and bewigged age. "We'll put, on anything that
FITS," said the Major.

"Oh I arrange that--they fit in the pictures."

"I'm afraid I should do better for the modern books. I'd come as
you like," said Mrs. Monarch.

"She has got a lot of clothes at home: they might do for
contemporary life," her husband continued.