He looked with great pride at the coat as he unfolded it and held it up.
"It's not the latest fashion, perhaps, not a West End cut, not exactly; but it might do; it might serve at a push.

Try it on, try it on!" he said, his old grey eyes twinkling with pride.
Bonaparte stood up and tried on the coat.

It fitted admirably; the waistcoat could be made to button by ripping up the back, and the trousers were perfect; but below were the ragged boots.

The German was not disconcerted.

Going to the beam where a pair of top-boots hung, he took them off, dusted them carefully, and put them down before Bonaparte.