Monsieur Lagnier laughed; and having given it a squeeze, tossed it up and let it go.
'Then you were--' faltered John Baptist.
'Not shaved?
No.

See here!' cried Lagnier, giving his head a twirl; 'as tight on as your own.' John Baptist, with a slight shiver, looked all round the room as if to recall where he was.

His patron took that opportunity of turning the key in the door, and then sat down upon his bed.
'Look!' he said, holding up his shoes and gaiters.

'That's a poor trim for a gentleman, you'll say.

No matter, you shall see how Soon I'll mend it.