pointed at him and made jeering remarks, which, without understanding
the words, Harry felt to be insulting, and would, had he heard them
in the purlieus of Westminster, have considered as a challenge to
battle. He had not, however, suffered altogether unavenged, for
upon one occasion M. du Tillet turned sharply round and caught one
offender so smartly with his cane that he ran howling away.

"They are awful guys!" Harry thought as he looked at the French boys
he met. "But it's better to be a guy than to be chaffed by every
boy one meets, especially if one is not to be allowed to fight."
It was, therefore, with a feeling of satisfaction that he turned
into the tailor's shop. The proprietor came up bowing, as Harry
thought, in a most cringing sort of way to his companion. M. du
Tillet gave some orders, and the tailor unrolled a variety of pieces
of cloth and other materials for Harry's inspection.

The lad shook his head and turned to his guide, and, pointing to
the goods, asked him to choose the things which were most suitable
for him; M. du Tillet understood the appeal and ordered four suits.
Two of these were for ordinary wear; another was, Harry concluded,
for the evening; and the fourth for ceremonial occasions.

The coats were cut long, but very open in front, and were far too
scanty to button; the waistcoats were long and embroidered; a white
and ample handkerchief went round the throat and was tied loosely,
with long ends edged with lace falling in front; knee-breeches,
with white stockings, and shoes with buckles, completed the costume.

Harry looked on with a smile of amusement, and burst into a hearty
laugh when the garments were fixed upon, for the idea of himself