"Oh, that won't do--I want something like this," said Mr.
Stevens, taking down from a peg a very dilapidated coat, of drab colour, and peculiar cut.

What do you ask for this ?" "That's not fit for, a gentleman like you, sir," said Kinch.
"I'm the best judge of that matter," rejoined Mr.Stevens.

"What is the price of it ?" "Oh, that coat you can have for a dollar," replied Kinch.
"Then I'll take it.

Now hand out some trowsers." The trowsers were brought; and from a large number Mr.Stevens selected a pair that suited him.

Then adding an old hat to his list of purchases, he declared his fit-out complete.
"Can't you accommodate me with some place where I can put these on ?" he asked of Kinch; "I'm going to have a little sport with some friends of mine, and I want to wear them." Kinch led the way into a back room, where he assisted Mr.Stevens to array himself in his newly-purchased garments.