with the promise to return in five days for the first fitting. When he told Peggy about the bargain tuxedo, she for some occult reason did not enthuse. She made the same comment that she had troubled him with when he broke the news that he was the Frolic host.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted a tuxedo?" she asked him.
Harold did not fancy this question. Why was she always asking him to consult her about things anyway? Didn't she think him capable of managing his affairs?
"Why?" he asked rather ungraciously.
"Well, you know," explained Peggy, "when you buy something like a tuxedo, something you only have to get once in a good many years, you ought to get a good one."
"Hertz makes good clothes. His card says so."
"I know," Peggy indulged him. "But Mr. Bryon, of Rivers Brothers, the finest tailors in New York, stops at the Hotel Tate. He's an old friend of father's. Father, when he was alive, used to get a lot of business for Mr. Bryon. I could have spoken to him and he would have sold you the best there is, at a discount."
"Well, probably Hertz is just as good," Harold insisted stubbornly. "Besides, I believe in patronizing home industry."
