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 tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs-- 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.

a.s.suredly.

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.