He had less and less patience for frocks and feminine manners, and yet he needed a solution.
Jean had decided to treat himself to a new suit, and a number of his friends had recommended a shop in the Stacks Feldspar Tailoring- Bespoke apparel.
He had asked her manservant Cadoc what he knew of the place and he had said.
“Aye, it’s a fine place sir. Ran by a young Tsat gent called Juniper Felspar, he’s good at his trade by all accounts.”
That had been enough for Jean, today he wore a bottle green frock coat over grey pinstriped trousers, a high collared waistcoat of burgundy silk a white shirt and black cravat. A silver watch chain glinted against the rich burgundy of the waistcoat, matched by the silver buttons on the frock coat and the silver and emerald signet ring on his left hand. His short hair was lightly oiled and swept back. He was glad he had gotten directions from Cadoc, the small shop was tucked away down an alley so would have walked right past otherwise.
The sign that hung outside made her smile, it was beautifully made and that to him, spoke well of the shop’s proprietor.
Jean entered the old but very well kept shop, a broad smile across his face, as his eyes adjusted to the light he said.
“Good afternoon, I’m looking for Mr Felspar.”