Never did a cloak arrive so exactly in the nick of time; for the severe cold had set in, and it seemed to threaten to increase.

Petrovitch brought the cloak himself as befits a good tailor.

On his countenance was a significant expression, such as Akakiy Akakievitch had never beheld there.

He seemed fully sensible that he had done no small deed, and crossed a gulf separating tailors who only put in linings, and execute repairs, from those who make new things.

He took the cloak out of the pocket handkerchief in which he had brought it.