To heighten his difficulties, O'Hara now discovered for the first time that he had left his coat behind him at the Morgue.
'Can't go back,' said the stranger. 'Here, coachman, to la Belle Jardinière.' (This was the name of a famous clothing warehouse in the quarter.)
'But I've no money, sir, to buy a coat, if that be what you mean by going there,' said O'Hara.
'Tell me something I don't know; you're a poor devil!'
'Ah! you've discovered that,' exclaimed O'Hara, nettled.
'Knew it by intuition—been one myself.'
'But I am not a mendicant.'
'Who said you were?'
'I have money coming to me—I'll have it—in a few days.'
'I know it, and I'll lend you the price of a coat in the meanwhile.'