what they are out there."
"I don't suppose that Ralph knows anything about it," said Sir
Thomas. "And what do you say of your new cousin, Patience?"
"I think I shall love her dearly. She is so gentle and sweet."
"But she is not at all what you expected?" demanded Clarissa.
"I hardly know what I expected," replied the prudent Patience. "But
certainly I did not expect anything so lovely as she is. Of course,
we can't know her yet; but as far as one can judge, I think I shall
like her."
"But she is so magnificently beautiful!" said the energetic Clarissa.
"I think she is," said Sir Thomas. "And I quite admit that it is a
kind of beauty to surprise one. It did surprise me. Had not one of
you better go up-stairs to her?" Then both the girls bounded off to
assist their cousin in her chamber.
CHAPTER V.
MR. NEEFIT AND HIS FAMILY.
Mr. Neefit was a breeches-maker in Conduit Street, of such
repute that no hunting man could be said to go decently into the
hunting field unless decorated by a garment made in Mr. Neefit's
establishment. His manipulation of leather was something marvellous;
and in latter years he had added to his original art,--an art which
had at first been perfect rather than comprehensive,--an exquisite
skill in cords, buckskins, and such like materials. When his trade
was becoming prosperous he had thought of degenerating into a tailor,
adding largely to his premises, and of compensating his pride by the
prospects of great increase to his fortune; but an angel of glory had
whispered to him to let well alone, and he was still able to boast
that all his measurements had been confined to the legs of sportsmen.
Instead of extending his business he had simply extended his price,
and had boldly clapped on an extra half-guinea to every pair that he
supplied. The experiment was altogether successful, and when it was
heard by the riding men of the City that Mr. Neefit's prices were
undoubtedly higher than those of any other breeches-maker in London,
and that he had refused to supply breeches for the grooms of a
Marquis because the Marquis was not a hunting man, the riding men
of the City flocked to him in such numbers, that it became quite a
common thing for them to give their orders in June and July, so that
they might not be disappointed when November came round. Mr. Neefit
was a prosperous man, but he had his troubles. Now, it was a great
trouble to him that some sporting men would be so ver
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