Chapter 5When young Stephens had departed in the direction of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital with a spring in his step, Jolyon was so satisfied with his morning’s work that he thought he was due a congratulatory visit to his tailor’s since it was only a few streets away.
He entered the establishment, ready for the pleasant diversion of discussing trimmings rather than the strain of life or death negotiations that had occupied him so far.
Walters, the young tailor who usually served him, was at the counter, putting aside a pile of correspondence to concentrate his attention on the new arrival. He looked up with a polished smile of welcome, but when he saw the customer was Jo, his calm demeanor changed to positive liveliness.
“Good morning,” Jo said cheerfully.
“Mr. Everett,” Walters replied
