My clothes were rather a disappointment, of course.

Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in, fell a trifle short of the wearer's expectation.

But after I had had my new suit on some half an hour, and had gone through an immensity of posturing with Mr.Pumblechook's very limited dressing-glass, in the futile endeavor to see my legs, it seemed to fit me better.

It being market morning at a neighboring town some ten miles off, Mr.Pumblechook was not at home.

I had not told him exactly when I meant to leave, and was not likely to shake hands with him again before departing.