“Do you mean it?” he said.
“Of course I do. You must not go about in your present plight. Everybody suspects a man who is in rags—and the police in particular. You must make a better appearance.”
“I wish I could.”
“Aye, but you must, my friend. Now, look here—I will advance you five pounds. You can pay me back when you are better off, you know.”
“Ah, my dear good creature, I’ll pay you back the first money I get hold of—never fear that. Five pounds! It’s a little fortune to me just now.”
“Will you promise to make good use of it?”
“Yes, I do promise.”
“And not give way to drink?”
“It aint likely.”
“I don’t know so much about that. I am afraid it is more than likely.”