Topman later apologized for this and the “Nice new girlfriend—what breed is she?”
Nature had not intended him for a topman, for though wonderfully muscular, his figure was like a tun.
Mr. Topman paused for a moment, threw himself back in his chair, and cast a patronizing glance at Hanz.
The chap was never made for a topman as you may see, sir, by the fashion in which he crosses his lower stanchions.
There, too, was a door leading into Topman's private office, furnished with exquisite good taste.
"We endeavor to make everything satisfactory with our customers," resumed Mr. Topman.
