No.
He sets me dreaming. I'm not used to it.
For when my tailor from Vienna comes
I never hear these bright, descriptive words;
And so this wealth of curious adjectives
And all that seems to you mere vulgar chatter,
Has moved me--stirred me. Let him be, dear mother.

MARIA LOUISA.

[_Going to the fitter._]

We'll look at ours. Shoulder of mutton sleeves?

THE FITTER.

Always.

THE TAILOR.

[_Displaying a pattern._]

This cloth is called Marengo.

THE DUKE.

What?
Marengo?

THE TAILOR.

Yes; it wears uncommon well.

THE DUKE.

So I should think. Marengo lasts forever.

THE TAILOR.

Your Highness orders--?

THE DUKE.

I have need of nothing.

THE TAILOR.

One always needs a perfect-fitting coat.

THE DUKE.

I might invent--

THE TAILOR..

To suit your personal taste?
O client, soar to fancy's wildest heights!
Speak! We will follow! That's our special line;
Why, we are Monsieur Theophile Gautier's tailors.

THE DUKE.

Let's see--

THE FITTER.

A Panama with muslin trimmings--
That's not the sort of hat for everybody.

THE DUKE.

Could you make--

THE TAILOR.

Anything.

THE DUKE.

A--

THE TAILOR.

What you choose!

THE DUKE.

A coat?

THE TAILOR.

Assuredly.

THE DUKE.

Of broadcloth. Yes
But now the texture? Simple?

THE TAILOR.

Certainly.

THE DUKE.

And then the color. What do you say to green?

THE TAILOR.

Green's capital.

THE DUKE.

A little coat of green.
With glimpses of the waistcoat?

THE TAILOR.

Coat wide open!

THE DUKE.

Then, to give color when the wearer moves,
The skirts are lined with scarlet.

THE TAILOR.

Scarlet!
Oh, ravishing.

THE DUKE.

Well, but about the waistcoat.
How do you see the waistcoat?

THE TAILOR.

Shall we say--?

THE DUKE.

The waistcoat's white.

THE TAILOR.

What taste!

THE DUKE.

And then I think
Knee breeches.

THE TAILOR.

Ah!

THE DUKE.

Yes.

THE TAILOR.