He glanced at the suit of clothes which had been furnished him; then he shook his head. He did not like them, and the first thing therefore was to get a new rig out.
He walked rapidly on in the direction of a new and second-hand clothes shop, kept by a gentleman of the Hebrew persuasion.
He knew the shop perfectly well; it was about a mile from the spot where he had parted with Raynton.
But it was rather late, and possibly it might be closed. There would, however, be no harm in seeing.
He hastened on, and in the due course of time arrived in front of the shop, which was open.
Peace entered. An old Jew poked his head out of a small back room in the rear of the shop, and upon observing Peace came forward.
“Vat can I do thish evening for you, my friend? Coat, vest, troushers, or vat?”
“I want a suit—a regular rig out,” said Peace; “and you must give me what you can for the suit I’ve got on.”
The Jew placed his hand on the collar of the coat Peace wore, and then made a face.
“Yes, I know; that will do,” said our hero. “See what you’ve got. I want, in the first place, a black frock coat.”