He emptied the contents on the bed.

They were chiefly Italian coins, some five-franc pieces, a silver medallion inclosing a little image of his patron saint,--San Giacomo,--one solid English guinea, and somewhat more than a pound's worth in English silver.
Jackeymo put back the foreign coins, saying prudently, "One will lose on them here;" he seized the English coins, and counted them out.

"But are you enough, you rascals ?" quoth he, angrily, giving them a good shake.
His eye caught sight of the medallion,--he paused; and after eying the tiny representation of the saint with great deliberation, he added, in a sentence which he must have picked up from the proverbial aphorisms of his master,-- "What's the difference between the enemy who does not hurt me, and the friend who does not serve me?
Monsignore San Giacomo, my patron saint, you are of very little use to me in the leathern bag; but if you help me to get into a new pair of small-clothes on this important occasion, you will be a friend indeed.

Alla bisogna, Monsignore." Then, gravely kissing the medallion, he thrust it into one pocket, the coins into the other, made up a bundle of the two defunct suits, and muttering to himself, "Beast, miser, that I am, to disgrace the padrone with all these savings in his service!" ran downstairs into his pantry, caught up his hat and stick, and in a few moments more was seen trudging off to the neighbouring town of L--------.
Apparently the poor Italian succeeded, for he came back that evening in time to prepare the thin gruel which made his master's supper, with a suit of black,--a little threadbare, but still highly respectable,--two shirt fronts, and two white cravats.

But out of all this finery, Jackeymo held the small-clothes in especial veneration; for as they had cost exactly what the medallion had sold for, so it seemed to him that San Giacomo had heard his prayer in that quarter to which he had more exclusively directed the saint's direction.