He returned home in the most happy frame of mind, took off his cloak, and hung it carefully on the wall, admiring afresh the cloth and the lining.

Then he brought out his old, worn-out cloak, for comparison.

He looked at it and laughed, so vast was the difference.
And long after dinner he laughed again when the condition of the "cape" recurred to his mind.

He dined cheerfully, and after dinner wrote nothing, but took his ease for a while on the bed, until it got dark.
Then he dressed himself leisurely, put on his cloak, and stepped out into the street.

Where the host lived, unfortunately we cannot say: our memory begins to fail us badly; and the houses and streets in St.
Petersburg have become so mixed up in our head that it is very difficult to get anything out of it again in proper form.