and againstayed there what seemed an inordinate amount of time. He returnedwith the details written down. Henry had never heard of therestaurant, someplace called the Third Eye Cafe, but he had ratherexpected Reggie to invite him somewhere unusual.Thenext day after school, Henry took Martin with him to Hamilton &Sons for his suit fitting. While Henry stood before the mirror in thebasted garments, Prescott and his staff brought him ties andwaistcoats that might go with the new suit.Comehere and look, Henry said, beckoning to Martin, who stood out ofthe way at the wall, watching. Come help me choose.Ashop assistant stood before them with several ties draped over hisarm. Martin gave the choices serious consideration. I like thisone, Sir, he said, pointing to a foulard necktie in blue, greenand gold. It brings in that ochre you liked, Sir, but in a smallerdose.Youreright. What do you think of the stripe? It was blue, green andgrey and Henry feared it was a little staid.Idprefer something with blue, green, and another color, Sir. Somethingbrighter. You do so love color.Henryturned to Prescott. Yes, I agree. Do you have anything like that?Wellget right on it, Mr. Blackwell. Prescott bent and spoke urgentlyinto the ear of an idle assistant who left the fitting room at atrot.Whatabout the waistcoats? Do you like any of those? They hung on arack against the left hand wall, and Martin went obediently to lookat them.Thisis lovely, Sir, Martin said, holding up a blue paisley. I thinkit has the same green in it, and is this a gold or a brown? In anycase, Sir, its very nice.Bringit here. Lets see it next to the plaid.Martinbrought it over and Henry held it up against his chest, comparing thecolors of his new trousers to the colors in the paisley.MayI, Sir? Martin asked the shop assistant, reaching for the foulardtie. The man nodded his acquiescence and Martin took the tie anddraped it over Henrys shoulder.Thecolors matched well. The patterns were similar in scale and lookedless busy together than Henry had feared. Dressed in these clothes,he would look exceedingly stylish.Illtake these, as well, he told Prescott.Ifyoull just try on the waistcoat, Mr. Blackwell, Prescott said.In case any alterations are needed.Somemore striped neckties were brought in while Henry was trying on thewaistcoat, but neither Henry nor Martin liked any of them very much.As for the waistcoat, no alterations would be required. Martin helpedHenry to dress while Henrys new purchases were wrapped for him upfront.Doyou want to try anything while were here? Henry asked him.Another waistcoat, maybe?Martinseemed startled by this idea. Oh, no, Sir. I dont need anythingmore.Clotheslook so good on you, Henry told him, his voice low. Id loveto see you in different things, Martin.But,Sir Martin grimaced, clearly distressed by this line of talk.Justthink about it, will you, please? Henry leaned close and spoke inMartins ear, although they were alone in the fitting room. Maybesomething youd wear just for me, at home, where no one would see.I-Illthink about it, Sir, Martin agreed reluctantly.Ridinghome on the omnibus, there were no other passengers sitting near, andHenry coaxed Martin to sit. You know, youd