O sir, said my father, I beg to be excused. I am sorry you
were told. So am not I, said my master: Pray come along with me.
He carried him up stairs, and shewed him several suits, and would have
had him take his choice. My poor father was quite confounded: for my
master saw not any he thought too good, and my father none that he
thought bad enough. And my good master, at last, (he fixed his eye upon
a fine drab, which he thought looked the plainest,) would help him to try
the coat and waistcoat on himself; and, indeed, one would not have
thought it, because my master is taller, and rather plumper, as I thought
but, as I saw afterwards, they fitted him very well. And being plain,
and lined with the same colour, and made for travelling in a coach,
pleased my poor father much. He gave him the whole suit, and, calling up
Mrs. Jewkes, said, Let these clothes be well aired against tomorrow
morning. Mr. Andrews brought only with him his common apparel, not
thinking to stay Sunday with us. And pray see for some of my stockings,
and whether any of my shoes will fit him: And see also for some of my
linen; for we have put the good man quite out of his course, by keeping
him Sunday over. He was then pleased to give him the silver buckles out
of his own shoes.
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