"And how many shirts, Walter ?" "Oh, several hundred of them, sir.

Mr.Grant's most particular about his linen." "And here are boots and shoes and pumps and gaiters and Lord knows what and what not--enough to stock a shoe-store.

And umbrellas and canes--Good God, man! How do you carry all that stuff round on your mind ?" Grant laughed like a tickled infant.

All this was as gratifying to his vanity as applause to Craig's.

"Walter looks after it," said he.
Craig lapsed into silence, stared moodily out of the window.