Now, is there anything else I can do for youtoday?Therewas not. Henry signed for the purchases and waited impatiently whilethe shop assistant wrapped their selections.Martinleaned close and whispered, Sir.Sir, do you want me to put on one of the new ones when we get home?Whatdo youwant to do? Henry countered. Do you want to wear somethingnew?Yes,Sir, Martin admitted, high color in his cheeks. Im a littleexcited.Itwas charming but also a little sad that Martin could be so worked upabout a black waistcoat, even if it was a fancy one.Thenthats what I want you to do. You can see if any of the othersnotice that its different from your regular. He wanted to hugMartin or touch his hair, but he settled for squeezing his arm.Theshop assistant finished wrapping their purchases and tied them allneatly together. Martin carried this tower of goods and Henry wentunencumbered. They took the omnibus back uptown and Henry bade Martinsit beside him, the packages on his lap. Henry ignored the pointedstares of other passengers who clearly did not approve of slavessitting while riding on public transportation.Itwas obvious that Martin was uncomfortable with the attention he wasdrawing. Henry leaned over and said, It doesnt matter what theythink, Martin. You sitting beside me makes mehappy.Thankyou, Sir, Martin murmured. These packages are a bit bulky, andI might have blocked the aisleYouhate blocking the aisle, Henry noted.Ido, Sir. I dislike inconveniencing anyone.Henryliked that Martin was the sort to be concerned about others, butHenry himself did not care a whit for any of the other omnibuspassengers and their comfort. He did not care if they were offendedby Martin sitting quietly at Henrys side. In Henrys opinionMartin was deserving of all the perquisites Henry himself wasentitled to, and a seat on the omnibus was the least of these.Attheir stop, Martin maneuvered his pyramid of purchases down the aislewith Henry at his back, and Henry made sure to give all those who hadlooked askance at seated Martin a sharp glare as he passed.Upstairsin Henrys room, Martin changed into the chrysanthemum waistcoat.Although Henry thought it very unlikely anyone would notice the wovenpattern, Martin was delighted and seemed to find the difference quitedramatic.Henryhad Martin dress him again, this time in his blue suit and the pinkfloral waistcoat with the light blue necktie. Henry admired himselfin the mirror and turned to Martin. What do you think, Martin? DoI look handsome?Ofcourse you do, Martin assured him, straightening the shoulders ofhis jacket.Doyou like this one? Henry put his hand on the front of thewaistcoat, the riot of flowers. Or do you like one of the othersbetter?Theyreall very colorful.Doyou likethem, though, Martin? Thats what Im asking.Ilike the feather one best, Martin admitted. I have plainertastes than you, Henry. More austere. Yours are more baroque.Henrywas not entirely sure what either of those terms meant, but feltconfident there was no insult intended. Someday Ill see youdressed in something fancier, he decided. Well come to somecompromise, how about that?Someday,Martin agreed, making no commitment. He put away the rest of Henryspurchases and hung up the checked suit.Whatshould we do now? Henry asked. I want to show