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Thorpe looked to see him quit the room, this task accomplished, and was conscious of something like dismay at the discovery that he intended to unpack them as well. Pangbourn began gravely to unwrap one paper parcel after another and to assort their contents in little heaps on the sofa beside him.
"We will find a cap below, sir," Pangbourn announced, with serenity, and Thorpe, who had been tentatively fingering the big, flaring sombrero, thrust it back upon its peg as if it had proved too hot to handle. Downstairs in the hall there was more waiting to be done, and there was nobody now to bear him company.
It would never have occurred to him that Pangbourn was the answer to the problem of his clothes, yet how obvious it had been to her. These old families did something more than fill their houses with servants; they mastered the art of making these servants an integral part of the machinery of existence.
Just some breeches and leggings, eh? You can manage them for me, can't you?" Pangbourn could and did and it was upon his advice that the Mexican jacket was utilized to complete the out-fit. Its shape was beyond doubt uncommon, but it had big pockets, and it looked like business.
Another moved toward the staircase with his two bags. "If you will follow Pangbourn," said his host, indicating this second domestic, "he will look after you. You would like to go up and change now, wouldn't you? There's a fire in your room."
Fancy having a man to do all your thinking about clothes for you, and then dress you, into the bargain. Oh, it was all splendid. "It seems that we're going shooting," Thorpe found himself explaining, a few moments later in his bedroom, to the attentive Pangbourn. He decided to throw himself with frankness upon the domestic's resourceful good-feeling.
"I don't know what you'll be able to make of those things," he remarked, casually. "My man has been buying them today and I don't know what he mayn't have forgotten. My whole outfit of that sort of thing went astray or was stolen at some station or other the first part of the week I think it must have been Leeds." "Yes, sir," said Pangbourn, without emotion. "They're very careless, sir."
The delighted thought that now he would be needing a man like this for himself crossed his mind. Conceivably he might even get this identical Pangbourn treasure though he were. Money could command everything on this broad globe and why not Pangbourn?
He tentatively felt of the coins in his pocket, as it became apparent that the man's task was nearing completion and then frowned at himself for forgetting that these things were always reserved for the end of a visit. "Will you dress now, sir?" asked Pangbourn. His soft, distinct enunciation conveyed the suggestion of centuries of training.
"His Lordship will be down, sir, in ten minutes and he hopes you'll be ready, sir," the valet said. "Send Pangbourn to this gentleman's room," Miss Winnie bade him, and with a gesture of comprehensive submission he went away. The calm readiness with which she had provided a solution for his difficulties impressed Thorpe greatly.
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