Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 78: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 69 Hammersley, you brought your dress suit with you, did you?” ‘“Yes, I have it in the trunk here, and expect to wear it to-night,” replied Guy. ‘And you,” went on the manager, turning to Ward, ‘¢have you yours with you, too?” ‘*I haven't any,” said the boy, bluntly. ‘‘Ah, that is too bad,” murmured the colone:, and for an instant he seemed to be buried in profound, melancholy reflection. Then he suddenly raised his head and brought two fingers of his right hand with an impressive whack against the palm of his left. ‘‘The very thing!” heexclaimed. ‘‘ You English chaps are always playing football and other sports, and I'll warrant you have a pair of knickerbockers in your trunk. They're coming into style again, you know, so you can wear them,” Ward was speechless for an instant. Then, with all a Briton’s blood in his face, he retorted: ‘‘ Colonel Starr, I have no suit such as you describe with me, and if I had, I would not wear it. I did not expect to appear as a performer when I came away, and if I can’t go on in my black cutaway and white tie, I can stay off and content myself with occupying the position it was originally intended I should fill— that of escort to my sister.” ‘‘Oh, well, I only spoke for your own good and with an effort to make you feel as comfortable as possible during the performance,” returned the colonel with most unexpected mildness, and then he quietly withdrew. ‘That man is terribly exasperating,” broke forth Eomichoo cS (E(0) m