Bugleby's ill-fitting clothes

"That's quite a coat you have on there, sir!", Mbugulu paused to look, his gleaming black eyes fixing their gaze on the loosely-hung garment.

"Well, it's certainly special, Bugs. My grand-uncle Ben passed it on a couple of decades ago. It's a heirloom of sorts, you know. Stitched back in the good old days of the Residency by the Nickbury Brothers. Tailored for the Resident himself. Of course, you couldn't possibly have heard of 'em..." replied Elias.

Elias Bugleby looked rather gaunt in his favorite possession. He had worn it, quite literally, over the long quiet years of his studied life.