"Suits made to order?" gasped the other, in perplexity.

"He never heard of any other sort of suits," said Oliver, with grave
rebuke in his voice.

M. Genet had the presence of a Russian grand duke, and the manner of
a court chamberlain. He brought a subordinate to take Montague's
measure, while he himself studied his colour-scheme. Montague
gathered from the conversation that he was going to a house-party in
the country the next morning, and that he would need a dress-suit, a
hunting-suit, and a "morning coat." The rest might wait until his
return. The two discussed him and his various "points" as they might
have discussed a horse; he possessed distinction, he learned, and a
great deal could be done with him--with a little skill he might be
made into a personality. His French was not in training, but he
managed to make out that it was M. Genet's opinion that the husbands
of New York would tremble when he made his appearance among them.

When the tailor had left, Alice came in, with her face shining from
a cold bathing. "Here you are decking yourselves out!" she cried.
"And what about me?"

"Your problem is harder," said Oliver, with a laugh; "but you begin
this afternoon. Reggie Mann is going to take you with him, and get
you some dresses."

"What!" gasped Alice. "Get me some dresses! A man?"

"Of course," said the other. "Reggie Mann advises half the women in
New York about their clothes."