After that, with very different emotions, he visited the tailor.
The clothes arrived on the same afternoon which had witnessed the summary rejection of Mrs Rimbolt's gift.

That lady, from whom Walker had considered it prudent to keep back some of the particulars of his interview with the librarian, merely reporting "that Mr Jeffreys was much obliged, but did not require the things," took to herself all the credit of his improved appearance when that evening Mr Rimbolt brought him in from the library to have coffee in the drawing-room.
Jeffreys, aware that he was undergoing inspection, felt very shy and awkward, but could not quite do away with the improvement, or conceal that, despite his ugly face and ungainly figure there was something of the gentleman about him.
Mrs Rimbolt by no means approved of her husband bringing his librarian into the drawing-room.

She considered it a slight to herself and dangerous to Percy and Raby to have this person added to their family circle; and she most conscientiously made a point of lessening that danger on every occasion, by reminding him of his place and rendering his temporary visits to exalted latitudes as uncomfortable as possible.
Mr Rimbolt, good easy-going gentleman, shrugged his shoulders and felt powerless to interfere, and when, after a week or two, his librarian generally pleaded some pressing work as an excuse for not going in to coffee, he understood it quite well and did not urge the invitation.
Percy, however, had a very different way of comporting himself.

What he liked he liked; what he did not like he most conveniently ignored.

He was anything but a model son, as the reader has discovered.