The owner looked at the banknote. Then he looked at my package with the ugly suit. "Tod," he shouted, "you are stupid! How can you sell this unattractive suit to a millionaire! Tod, you can't see the difference between a millionaire and a poor man." "I apologize, sir," the owner continued. "Please take off those things you are wearing and throw them in the fire. Put on this fine shirt and this handsome suit. It's perfect for you— simple but elegant." I didn't have a moment to speak. The owner measured me. Then he ordered his tailors to make me morning suits, evening suits, shirts, coats and other things. "But, my dear sir," I said, "I can order all these things only if you change my banknote. Or, if you can wait a while before I pay you." "Wait a while! I'll wait forever, that's the word. Tod, send these things to the gentleman's address. Let the less important customers wait! What's your address, sir?" ''I'm changing my home. I'll come back and give you my new address," I replied. "Quite right, sir, quite right. Let me show you to the door, sir. Good day, sir, good day."