withattached cuffs and collar, Henry told him.Ihadnt yet heard that from Timothy, Mr. Blackwell, but it seems afine option for you. Laundry is done so frequently in a house likeyours that theres no need to change out cuffs and collar. Youcould have a shirt made with the usual white cuffs and collar, ofcourse, or you could have them made from the same fabric as the bodyof the shirt.Henryblinked. What an interesting idea! Had he ever seen that done? Itseemed extremely modern.Ashop assistant knocked and came inside with a coffee cart and Martinprepared Henrys coffee. Henry had a couple of quick gulps and thenMartin took the coffee away again so he could be undressed. He wasquickly stripped of his jacket, waistcoat and trousers and stood inhis drawers and shirt sipping coffee and eating a spice cookie whilehe flipped through the shirting sample book that yet another shopassistant held open before him.Shallwe try the trousers, Sir? Martin asked, a hint of scolding in histone. Clearly, he thought Henry was squandering time.Henryshoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth and put down his coffeecup. He stepped into the trousers that the tailor held ready, tuckedin his shirttails, and buttoned the fly. They fit beautifully. Heturned and looked over his shoulder at his ass in the mirror; his asswasnt as perfect as Martins, perhaps, but it was still a prettynice ass.Theyhang beautifully, dont you think, Mr. Blackwell? Prescottasked.Verynice, Henry agreed. What do you think, Martin?Martinlooked as if he didnt like being put on the spot, but he said, Anexcellent fit, Sir.Thewaistcoat was likewise a perfect fit. The tailor held up the jacketand Henry slipped his arms inside. Martin settled the jacket over hisshoulders and smoothed the lapels over his chest. Their faces werevery close and Henry grinned at Martin, who rewarded him with asmall, enigmatic smile.Henrylooked in the mirror again. He looked very stylish, deceptivelymature. As long as he stayed perfectly still and said nothing, hecould pull off the illusion of being an adult man.Asfor shirts, Henry wanted to order a muted blue stripe to go with thenew suit and he was tempted to get it with cuffs and collar of thesame stripe.Whatdo you think, Martin?Martinlooked as if he smelled something unpleasant. Im more of atraditionalist, Sir, you know this.Henrylaughed at him, but said, Very well, then. White collar and cuffs,please, Prescott.Ofcourse, Mr. Blackwell. Is there anything else we can help you withtoday?Henryhad an idea. Martin, what would you think of that ochre plaid as awaistcoat?Togo with this suit, Sir?Yes,why not? Everythings the same except the background color.Martinthought on this. Perhaps if I could see the sample again, Mr.Prescott...?Theshop assistant put down the shirting samples and went to get thesuiting samples.Youhave such modern ideas, Mr. Blackwell, Prescott said, and Henrythought he approved.Martinstretched, leaning back and side-to-side, his hands on the small ofhis back, and the way the light struck the front of his waistcoat letHenry see that it was the fancy one, the chrysanthemum-and-stripebrocade, and he was hit with a wave of such affection for him. Heimagined asking Prescott and the tailor and the shop