“New, or second-hand?”
“New, if you’ve got one to fit me.”
“Ve alvays manage to fit our customers. Got something to suit everybody.”
“Well—look sharp.”
Peace tried on one garment after another until he succeeded in finding one that fitted him.
The same process had to be gone through with trousers and vest, for the accomplishment of which he was conducted into the private room.
“There,” cried the Jew, in a tone of triumph—“couldn’t be better if they’d been made for you. Never saw a better fit; you look quite the gentleman.”
“Stow that! I don’t want any of your gammon,” cried Peace. “I’m not going to give you three pound ten for duffing things like these, so don’t you think it.”
“S’help me goodness they were never made for the money!” said the Israelite. “I shan’t get five shillings out of the bargain. No—I wouldn’t deceive you—not five shillings.”
“Get out! I shall give you two pound ten and the suit I’ve taken off.”