“Sir Edward Moseley—­honorable sir,” said the steward, beginning to grow alarmed, “if I may be so bold, you young gentlemen may like gay clothes; but as for me and his honor; we are used to such as we wear, and what we are used to we love.”

The old man spoke with earnestness, and drew the particular attention of his master to a review of his attire.  After reflecting that no gentleman in the house had been attended by any servitor in such a garb, Mr. Benfield thought it time to give his sentiments on the subject.

“Why I remember that my Lord Gosford’s gentleman never wore a livery, nor can I say that he dressed exactly after the manner of Johnson.  Every member had his body servant, and they were not unfrequently taken for their masters.  Lady Juliana, too, after the death of her nephew, had one or two attendants out of livery, and in a different fashion from your attire.  Peter, I think with John Moseley there, we must alter you a little for the sake of appearances.”

“Your honor!” stammered out Peter, in increased terror; “for Mr. John Moseley and Sir Edward, and youngerly gentlemen like, dress may do.  Now, your honor, if—­” and Peter, turning to Grace, bowed nearly to the floor—­“I had such a sweet, most beautiful young lady to smile on me, I might wish to change; but, sir, my day has gone by.”  Peter sighed as the recollection of Patty Steele and his youthful love floated across his brain.  Grace blushed and thanked him for the compliment, and gave her opinion that his gallantry merited a better costume.

“Peter,” said his master, decidedly, “I think Mrs. Moseley is right.  If I should call on the viscountess (the Lady Juliana, who yet survived an ancient dowager of seventy), I shall want your attendance, and in your present garb you cannot fail to shock her delicate feelings.  You remind me now I think, every time I look at you, of old Harry, the earl’s gamekeeper, one of the most cruel men T ever knew.”

This decided the matter.  Peter well knew that his master’s antipathy to old Harry arose from his having pursued a poacher one day, in place of helping the Lady Juliana over a stile, in her flight from a bull that was playing his gambols in the same field; and not for the world would the faithful steward retain even a feature, if it brought unpleasant recollections to his kind master.  He at one time thought of closing his innovations on his wardrobe, however, with a change of his nether garment; as after a great deal of study he could only make out the resemblance between himself and the obnoxious gamekeeper to consist in the leathern breeches.  But fearful of some points escaping his memory in forty years, he tamely acquiesced in all John’s alterations, and appeared at his station three days afterwards newly decked from head to foot in a more modern suit of snuff-color.

The change once made, Peter greatly admired himself in a glass, and thought, could he have had the taste of Mr. John Moseley in his youth to direct his toilet, that the hard heart of Patty Steele would not always have continued so obdurate.