“Your Grace, I can’t admit visitors after hours.” “I’m not a visitor. I’m a customer.” He strolled around the darkened shop, prodding a headless dressmaking form with his walking stick. “I need a new waistcoat.” “It’s a dressmaking shop. We don’t offer gentlemen’s attire.” “Very well, I’m here to order a gown.” “A gown for whom?” “What does it matter?” He made an annoyed gesture. “For a particularly ugly woman, approximately my size.”
