Mr Foxe and Mr Boxe
What could a country-born fox and a city-bred dog possibly have in common?
Quite a bit, in this case, including a fondness for good clothes, good books, and each other.
Foxe and Boxe met during a hunt in which both were participating. The outcome of said hunt was, needless to say, not what either had expected.
From modest beginnings in a burrow near the river, their tailoring and dressmaking business grew to attract a steady and numerous clientele from further and further afield.
The burrow became inconvenient. It was too small and too far from the city. There were dressmaking forms in the bath and bolts of silk all over the library. In wet weather, which was frequent, clients complained of their carriages and motor cars getting stuck in the mud.
And so the gentlemen took the lease of 39, Eglantine Crescent. This highly desirable town residence is large enough to accommodate a separate workroom (Mr Boxe would prefer that you call it an atélier) and fitting room, as well as private quarters stylish enough to satisfy a pair who find themselves on the verge of becoming fashionable.