“I should like to see whether it suits you. Please try it on, do.”
Raisky was indulgent enough to allow himself to be persuaded, and put on Mark’s worn, dirty coat.
“Well, does it suit?”
“It fits!”
“Wear it then. You don’t wear a coat long, while for me it lasts for two years. Besides, whether you are contented or not I shan’t take yours off my shoulders. You would have to steal it from me.”
Raisky shrugged his shoulders.
“Does the wager hold!” asked Mark.
“What put you on to that—you will excuse me—ridiculous idea?”
“Don’t excuse yourself. Does it hold?”
“The wager is not equal. You have no possessions.”