The action reminded me of the scantiness of attire in which I stood arrayed.

Could I be seen in the public roads in such a plight?
I examined my purse, which, as I before stated, had been left to me, together with my keys and card-case, by the terrified persons who had huddled me into my coffin with such scant ceremony.

It contained two twenty-franc pieces and some loose silver.

Enough to buy a decent costume of some sort.

But where could I make the purchase, and how?
Must I wait till evening and slink out of this charnel-house like the ghost of a wretched criminal?
No! come what would, I made up my mind not to linger a moment longer in the vault.