It will lengthen your life." "The padrone jests," said Jackeymo, statelily; "as if any one could starve in his service." "Um," said Riccabocca.

"At least, faithful friend, you have tried that experiment as far as human nature will permit;" and he extended his hand to his fellow-exile with that familiarity which exists between servant and master in the usages of the Continent.

Jackeymo bent low, and a tear fell upon the hand he kissed.
"Cospetto!" said Dr.Riccabocca, "a thousand mock pearls do not make up the cost of a single true one! The tears of women--we know their worth; but the tears of an honest man--Fie, Giacomo!--at least I can never repay you this! Go and see to our wardrobe." So far as his master's wardrobe was concerned, that order was pleasing to Jackeymo; for the doctor had in his drawers suits which Jackeymo pronounced to be as good as new, though many a long year had passed since they left the tailor's hands.

But when Jackeymo came to examine the state of his own clothing department, his face grew considerably longer.

It was not that he was without other clothes than those on his back,--quantity was there, but the quality! Mournfully he gazed on two suits, complete in three separate members of which man's raiments are composed: the one suit extended at length upon his bed, like a veteran stretched by pious hands after death; the other brought piecemeal to the invidious light,--the torso placed upon a chair, the limbs dangling down from Jackeymo's melancholy arm.